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I've Been Waiting For You | Azriel

summary: Azriel finally meets the one he's been longing for. His mate.

warnings: mentions of death (since the suriel & reader are friends); some angst but also fluff because Az deserves to be happy ♡

a/n: This is part of my ABBA x ACOTAR series (masterlist) where I dedicate a song to a character (: The lyrics kind of reminded me of Alice & Jasper from twilight and how she had a vision of meeting him. This does go back and forth a lot in the beginning between past and present and came out longer than I thought it would. It's 9.6K words (which for me is long lol.) I apologize if there are any spelling errors. I've read this multiple times but somehow, always miss a couple.

As the moonlight dances upon the water's surface, the river transforms into a liquid ribbon of silver, weaving through the city of Starlight. Anticipation fills the air as Azriel walks across the bridge that spans the Sidra, his massive Illyrian wings glistening in midnight hues under the pale moonlight. 

Shadows play hide-and-seek as they travel through the night, drawn to the silhouette of a female figure. An intruder. Yet, Azriel's shadows dare to whisper something different into his ears.

“I’ve been waiting for you.”

Your voice, carried by the wind, reaches him like a sweet caress, daring to awaken something deep within him. Beautiful. His shadows respond with a frenzy, a whirl of darkness singing wild tales into his ears, urging him forward. Meanwhile, his brain screams at the potential threat.

More tendrils of darkness dart toward you, ignoring their master’s orders to return. You don’t seem bothered by them. In fact, you seem to welcome them as if they’re old friends of yours. 

Azriel swallows, uncertainty flickering in his eyes, unsure what to make of this. 

“Who are you?”

Finally, you turn around and Azriel feels like the wind has been knocked out of him when his gaze meets yours. In the midst of the surrounding darkness, your eyes gleam with an inexplicable brightness. Specs of silver glimmer in your eyes, mirroring the stars above, as they shine back at him.  

“That’s for you to decide,” you reply with a smile that carries both hope and a sense of knowing as you follow after him and take a step forward.

“But for now, I’d like to speak with your High Lady.”

Months before…

The brilliance of a thousand stars shine down on you and the night seems to hold its breath, as if it too, awaits the whispered prophecies from the celestial expanse above. Like always, you are itching to unveil them with your finely attuned senses. A gust of cool wind brushes through your hair, sending shivers down your exposed skin. Pulling your gaze away from the night sky, you turn in time to see a cloaked figure approaching like a shadow in the night.

Your lips curve into a smile. “Hello, friend.”

“y/n.” The Suriel greets you, hovering beside you. Then, not missing another beat, he says, “I told her Rhysand was her mate.”

Your eyes widen in surprise, a gasp escaping your lips. “You did not.”

“I did.” He grins back at you, flashing you his stained teeth.

You can’t help but laugh a little at your dear old friend. The Suriel lets out a rattled sound you discern as a laugh as he joins you. Always the one for dramatics. You still remember hearing about his first encounter with Feyre Archeron and how he told her to stay with the High Lord.

“I told her she must stay with the High Lord.”

“Did you specify which one?”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

“I’m sure she handled it well,” you respond but your smile fades, giving way to a wistful expression. “She’s lucky. Not only is she made but the Cauldron has blessed her with a mate. The High Lord of the Night Court at that.”

The weight of his gaze settles upon you. You’re aware that your words carry a tinge of envy, a sentiment that feels unjust when considering everything Feyre has endured. The Suriel, ever perceptive, acknowledges this as well. He chooses not to remind you and indulges you instead.

“The Cauldron has blessed you as well, my child.”

“Have you seen it?”

Hope sparks in your eyes as you turn to face him. His eyes, pools of ancient wisdom, seem to pierce through the veils of time and secrets. You sense one of them unfolding. But he only gives you a teasing glimpse.

“Perhaps.” 

With a furrow in your brows, you lift your head back up to glare at the night sky. The stars seem to blink at you in a teasing manner, as if finding amusement in keeping this secret from you. 

“How come I haven’t seen it?”

“You will soon.” He reassures, following your gaze upwards. A dance of amusement swirls within the depths of his eyes.  “He’s waited centuries for you. Count your stars lucky that your waiting won’t be as long.”

Back to the present…

Velaris lived up to its name. A dream compared to the horrors of the city you grew up in. But as the city sparkles and comes to life at the darkening hour, all your attention is drawn to the male before you. He’s even more breathtaking in person. Everything about him is classically beautiful and the moon seems to agree, shining down on him and casting an ethereal glow on the golden-brown of his skin.

As Azriel continues to approach you, his wings fold gracefully behind him. His gaze is locked onto yours and though his eyes are cautious and analytical, there’s a warm shiver running down your spine. The desire to lose yourself in the hazel depths of his eyes becomes an irresistible pull.

Before you know it, the shadows brushing against your arms rise and come to rest against your eyes in a blindfold. Darkness engulfs you, and the sensation of weightlessness takes hold as Azriel winnows both of you. You land on a soft cushion–a chair. The dark tendrils leave your eyes and wrap around your wrists and legs, binding them together.

“Stay here.” Azriel says, the shadows wrapped around your limbs tightening in a silent warning.

A chuckle escapes from you and when your eyes meet his again, you flash him a mischievous smile. It widens when he’s the first to fold, quickly averting his gaze. He has no clue. You’re exactly where you want to be.

He leaves the room and your eyes finally take in your surroundings. Veiled curtains made of midnight blue silk drape the expansive windows, pulled back to allow moonlight to filter through. Shelves line the walls, housing collections of ancient artifacts and magical trinkets. A large desk, crafted from dark, polished wood rests before you. Your gaze fixates on the wall behind it, where a captivating portrait of the female you seek rests.

The door behind you swings open, and you turn to witness the graceful entrance of the female from the portrait. Feyre, the Cursebreaker and High Lady of the Night Court. She's a vision of night and beauty, her golden-brown hair cascading down her exposed back, revealing glimpses of moon phases etched along her spine.

“High Lady,” you say in greeting, bowing your head in respect.

Surprisingly, the High Lord doesn't accompany her. Instead, it's Azriel who trails behind her. Her calm blue eyes assess you as she takes a seat across from you. Azriel stands guard behind her and you feel his shadows watching your every breath. 

"And who might you be?"

“I’m y/n,” you respond, choosing your next words carefully. “An old friend of the Suriel’s. I’ve come to pledge my allegiance to you and offer my help.”

Something flickers in her blue eyes at the mention of the Suriel and her stoic expression falters, if only for a moment. You send her a sympathetic smile, your own heart aching at the mention of the fearsome creature you both held dear.

“Your help?” She echoes.

"She’s a seer," Azriel interjects, his voice setting your heart alight as there's no hint of disgust or apprehension in his tone.

Your kind is often regarded with hostility. He might not know your connection...yet. But he’s paid you enough attention to recognize your abilities and appears to be indifferent about them. If the Suriel were still alive, you know he’d laugh at your slight delusion.

"I am," you confirm. "And I know your sister is one too." You don’t miss the tension in Azriel’s body at the mention of the cauldron-made fae, but you don't dwell on it as you can also sense Feyre's protectiveness. "She has great potential. I can help her hone her skills. Together, we can—"

"No," Azriel growls protectively. His sharp interruption has you startling in your seat and hope deflates as you feel the intensity of his glare.

Feyre raises a hand, signaling him to stand back. “Why should I trust you?”

“Let me show you.”

Months before…

“By the Cauldron, what did you get yourself into?”

The Suriel grins mischievously, his tattered cloak barely clinging to his bony form. He graciously accepts the cloak you offer, a luxurious piece made of the softest velvet in the darkest shade of black you could find. A purr escapes him as he revels in its warmth. "Nothing," he responds coyly, the satisfaction evident in the bounce of his form as he hovers in the air.

You shoot him a pointed look, yearning to know what he was up to. You’re certain it was no good. “Sure,” you retort and then gesture toward the crackling fire you started. “I also made dinner.”

“You spoil me.”

“It’s what friends do.”

"Friend," he muses, the white pools of his eyes burning into your soul, as he turns to you. "As a friend, I should tell you that your dress is absolutely atrocious on you. Cobalt blue is more your color."

With a glare, you playfully throw the roasted chicken over the fire at his face. He effortlessly catches it with his mouth, cackling as he chews on the tender piece of meat.

"What do you know about fashion? All you do is thirst for robes."

“You forget that I am older than the bones of this world. I know everything about everything. I also cannot lie.”

"Doesn't stop you from hiding the truth," you respond cheekily, and he hums in agreement,

Silence falls as he seats himself beside you on the ground. He breaks it a couple of moments later. “Remember what I told you last time?”

You release a deep sigh because you do remember. The mere thought haunts you nearly every night, and you’re often burdened by the heavy weight of it. Your shoulders slump in response. “Why can't you do it yourself?”

“It is your fate, not mine,” he states simply, a reminder of the immutable laws of destiny.

“I’m not ready.” 

You don’t think you ever will be and suddenly, you’re that fragile sixteen year old again, who had to run away from the only place you called home to escape a cruel fate. The one who was left to navigate through her new onset of divine abilities alone.

That is, until, the fateful night you had thrown your cloak over a tree branch to dry. It had been stained by blood after a rough and almost deadly encounter with a stray naga so you had spent all morning cleaning it in the river nearby. Completely unaware of the Suriel you were summoning.

“You do not fear me?”

“That is mine,” you had said through clenched teeth with a deep rooted glare.

In the midst of your tug of war with the Suriel, your cloak tore in half. In that moment, you braced yourself for the dark creature's wrath. However, something in you captured his attention that day, and he chose not to unleash his fury upon you. He decided to take you under his wing instead.

He recognized your lineage without a single word spoken about it. He could sense your power coursing through your veins, waiting to be unraveled. After decades of patience and practicing, he was there to witness the formation of stars weaving themselves into the depths of your eyes. The mark of your seer abilities.

As always, the Suriel reads you like an open book. He can sense your insecurity, your hesitancy. But, in equal measure, he can sense your power, your potential.

“You will be,” he insists, his words carrying the unwavering certainty of the all-knowing creature he is. “You must guide and open the eyes of Elain Archeron the same way I did for you.”

Your throat tightens. “When?”

“Soon.”

And when you look up to gaze at the night sky, the stars align for you. A cascade of visions unfurls, pouring over you like a celestial waterfall. Your eyes become a myriad of galaxies and ears are teased with glimpses of conversations and whispers from the stars above. One moment, you’re in a forest, standing before a female figure crouched over a cloaked one. 

“The tracking…I knew of it.” 

Then, a rattling breath. “Leave this world a better place than how you found it.”

Abruptly, the scene shifts, and you stand in an enchanting city of starlight, gazing at the expansive river before you as anticipation fills the air. He comes for you. Azriel, the shadowsinger. The name resonates in the echoes of your mind.

Then, the final vision envelopes you, drawing you into the depths of mesmerizing hazel eyes. The voice that accompanies it is carried by the enchantment of night, gently caressing against your ears. 

“I’ve been waiting for you.”

Mate. That is your mate. Azriel, the–

“Do you see it now?”

With a sharp intake of breath, you’re pulled from the downpour of your visions, only to find your senses clouded with tears that pool at the corners of your eyes. How cruel, you think, your heart twisting in agony. And though meeting your mate–your fated companion–was among your greatest dreams, you no longer want it. Not if it means you’ll lose your greatest companion.

You can live without knowing your mate. After all, you’re doing so at this very moment. The Suriel has been your friend for decades. Two souls brought together by their mutual loneliness. An all knowing creature and a seer. Together, you’re a powerful duo, navigating through the fated intricacies of Prythian. You’d be lost without him.

“Please don’t go,” you’re begging.

The Suriel smiles but it’s not his usual mischievous grin. This time, a tinge of sorrow lingers in the curve of his lips, casting his expression in a veil of sadness.

“I have to. It’s my time to go,” he says. “Just promise me one thing?”

“Anything.”

“That when it’s your time to shine, you’ll find Feyre. Help her make this world a better place.”

Back to Present

Feyre blinks back tears as she withdraws from your mind. She turns her head toward the Shadowsinger behind her, and for a moment, fear grips you. You allowed her to see the revelation of Azriel being your mate but only because it was deeply entwined with the other pertinent visions.

“Release her.”

The shadows release their grip on you and you let out a deep exhale in relief. But the inky tendrils don’t leave your side. They linger and hover over you and at this, Azriel’s eyebrows furrow.

Feyre extends her hand out toward you. Her blue eyes are warm, a gentle reassurance that she’d harbor your secret for you. A smile graces her lips, one that you're happy to reciprocate.

“I’ll gladly accept your help but let me speak with Elain first. You may stay here. There’s a spare room upstairs. Azriel will show you around.”

Following his High Lady’s orders, Azriel shows you around the grand estate. He’s a bit reserved around you and you don’t blame him. Both a blessing and a curse, your visions offer insight into his world, yet you're a mere stranger imposing on the family he protects fiercely.

And as he finally shows you to your room, the one right next to his, you can only hope that someday, he’ll welcome you too. After all, he is your mate.

Elain Archeron is infinitely beautiful. Inside and out. She is gentle and sweet and you see why some mistake her kindness for weakness. But it took only days for you to become well aware of the strength and power she harbors deep within.

While your abilities were limited to what the stars wanted to show you, you sensed that hers were limitless. With the right training, she could summon visions at her call, anticipate anyone's move. You wanted to help her achieve that and prove those people that saw her as something fragile wrong. Though reluctant toward your help at first, Elain was kind enough to listen to you and consider the advice you gave. It took some further convincing but you knew she was itching to unravel the depths of her powers too.

But it's proving to be a challenge. A hard and exhausting one. You're not surprised. It took you many years to become attuned to your powers. What is surprising, however, are Azriel's feelings for her. They're obvious and plain to see and could you blame him? Elain is wonderful...and you can't help but compare yourself to her. She's everything you're not.

Upon your arrival, you had been set on making Azriel fall for you. That was, until, you realized he was already entangled in the threads of another's heart. Could it be that the Suriel, in his all knowing wisdom, purposefully shielded you from such revelations about your mate? To delay the shattering of your dreams?

Now, you were just content to focus on your task at hand. To help Elain the way the Suriel did with you, even if Azriel was there as a safety net for her every session. Even if the way he was well attuned to every shift of her expression sent a sharp pain stabbing through your heart. He was blissfully unaware of your connection, clouded by his affection for Elain.

And you were tired of chasing after males. It's why you shot down Feyre's suggestion of confessing to Azriel. You dreamed of having a mate, pleaded to the Cauldron even. Now, you realize, that you want Azriel to like you for you. To chose you too the way Feyre did with Rhysand. If Elain was the person he chose at the moment, then so be it.

"I don't chase. I attract," you told Feyre. The same words you had uttered to the Suriel years ago after he poked fun at you over a failed romance. One of many, unfortunately.

"The only thing you'll attract with that attitude of of yours is a dark cloud of shadows," The Suriel had laughed at you, earning an icy glare from you.

But Feyre is much nicer about it than your dear old friend. She gives you an encouraging smile instead and wishes you luck on your upcoming session with Elain.

Your session with Elain ends terribly–with her screaming in pain and Azriel glaring at you and telling you to go, despite your attempts at apologizing. You spend the following days, weeks even, trying to make up for it. You slowed down in pace in your exercises with Elain, despite her protests. She held no animosity toward you at the dark turn that session had made.

You also buried yourself into any book you could find about seers in the magnificent Night Court library, grieving and longing for the Suriel. He would know what to do, and know exactly how to help. It’s the mere thought of him that fuels your determination to keep trying, despite how much you want to leave. It’s laughable almost, how in the midst of so many people, the sense of loneliness weighs heavier on you than it ever did in the solitude of Prythian's forests.

But perhaps, a break wouldn't be such a bad idea? You think as your gaze lands on an intriguing cover. It's a work of pure fiction. The ideal escape from reality. Retrieving it from its shelf, you settle into one of the plush chairs and immerse yourself into the words etched onto the pages.

“Wake up, sleeping beauty.”

A nudge against your leg startles you awake, and as you blink away the remnants of sleep, your eyes widen at the sight of Azriel standing before you. Sleeping beauty, the words sink in, painting a soft blush over your cheeks.

“You missed dinner.”

“Oh.”

You turn your head, wincing at the dull ache in your neck from sleeping in an awkward position. The soft glow of the moon greets you through one of the library's windows. You don’t know when you had fallen asleep but you must’ve been out for hours. When you face Azriel again, your gaze drops to his hands, where he holds a carefully arranged plate of food. Your stomach growls as the scent hits you and your eyes linger on the generous serving of potatoes–your favorite–in comparison to the other vegetables and meat.

“Is that for me?” you ask, and immediately curse yourself for the seemingly silly question. You blame it on the lingering grasp of sleep, still reluctant to release its full grip on you.

"No, it's for the rats that come out at night," he replies, lips twitching upwards at the reaction it stirs from you. How the Suriel never scared you but a couple of hairy, smaller creatures do is beyond you. He places the plate on the small table beside you.

 "Yes, it's for you. A peace offering. For snapping at you."

"That was two weeks ago.”

"Bet you didn't see it coming," he teases, and you find yourself blinking in surprise. The Shadowsinger cracking a joke? It's a sight to behold. At least for you. 

Your eyes narrow. "Did Feyre send you?"

"No," Azriel replies simply, his tone carrying a sincerity that sets a flicker of hope alight in you. He then sighs. "I just realized I haven't been the most welcoming, that's all."

You smile in response and shift in your seat as you turn your body towards the food. The movement has the book in your lap falling. His hand reaches the book before yours could and the brush of your skin against his sends a delightful shudder through your body.

His eyes curiously look over the title and when he hands it back to you, you take note of the way he avoids looking at his scarred fingers. So you reach forward and brush your fingers against his again, letting them linger for a beat longer than before. Surprise flickers in his hazel eyes as he meets your gaze, but it vanishes as quickly as it appears.

“That book is one of my favorites," he says, his shadows dancing across his shoulders and peeking curiously at you. "I'm surprised you're into the mystery genre."

"Why?"

“Well, you’re hard to read sometimes. Like a mystery that refuses to be solved.”

An arched brow is your response, but the gleam in your eyes gives away more than you'd like. “Maybe I don’t want to be unraveled.”

Azriel's lips twitch upwards once more. “Maybe it just takes the right person.”

Bathed in the glow of sunlight, you and Elain sit across from one another on the soft bed of green grass. Meanwhile, Azriel leans against a tree, a couple of feet away. His gaze is intense as he watches you two. Too focused on not letting it faze you, you fail to catch the way it softens when he turns to you.

Azriel can’t help but frown when he catches you avoiding his gaze. He wonders if you still harbor some resentment toward the way he had snapped at you awhile back, even though he already apologized for it.

"Close your eyes and focus on your breath," he hears you instruct softly. "Feel the rhythm of the earth beneath you. Attune yourself to the heartbeat of the world around you. What do you hear?”

Elain closes her eyes in deep concentration. “I can hear the wind and the tremble of the grass beneath it. I can hear the wind carry all the way to the sea.”

“Good,” you say and though her eyes remain closed, you smile gently at her. A gesture that sends a rush of warmth through him.

“Now feel the whispers of the unseen.”

“I can’t.” Elain’s eyebrows furrow.

“Here, take my hands,” you say as you reach for hers. “Imagine a pool of water within you, calm and reflective. Use me as a vessel to carry you through it. I’ll guide you to where your visions will manifest.”

Elain does as told. The world stills around you two. You close your eyes. As Elain’s eyebrows relax, your own face contorts in concentration. Azriel feels himself tense when he realizes it’s not concentration etching onto your face–it’s pain. In a heartbeat, he’s kneeling before you and prying your hands apart.

“Stop!”

Your eyes snap open at the sudden disconnection, and Azriel is unsettled by the way you shrink back from him, panic widening your eyes.

“I’m not hurting her!”

But it’s not Elain he’s worried about. He hasn’t even spared her a glance. It’s you–you’re the one that’s hurt. Blood trickles down your nose and he’s urging you to lean forward, gently guiding you with his hands as Elain rushes for a towel.

“Are you okay?”

There’s a dull ache in your head but also one in your heart and you’re too disoriented to stop yourself from saying, “If you stop staring at me like that, I will be.”

Azriel releases a soft chuckle, his muscles relaxing in relief at the playful edge in your tone. Yet, his shadows, wanting to confirm you're okay themselves, flutter toward you in a delicate cloud of darkness.

"Like what?”

“Don’t make me answer that.”

And you’ve never felt more relief at the sight of Elain coming in between you with a towel in hand.

A sudden sound has you stirring from your sleep. Your hand instinctively slides under your pillow, fingers grasping for the dagger you always keep with you when sleeping. The sound comes again and your initially alarmed body relaxes as you recognize it as the sound of someone knocking. Wrapping a robe around your night shift, you head toward the door, expecting Elain on the other side. 

Upon opening your door, you’re surprised to find Azriel standing on the other side.

“You’re not going to Starfall?”

“Good morning to you too.”

Azriel’s eyes rake over your form, taking in your disheveled state. His lips curl into a faint smile. "It's noon," he observes in an amused manner.

Your eyes widen in disbelief, and you pivot your head toward the clock that hangs on the wall of your room. There, confirming his statement, the hands point a half hour past twelve. You overslept. You didn’t have any plans today and it seems your exhausted body took advantage of it.

“Is everything okay?”

His voice, laced with genuine concern, draws your attention back to him. The soft furrow of his brow and the warmth in his eyes catch you off guard. You hesitate. You don’t want to lie but you also don’t want to burden him with the truth.

So you settle for a, “Why?”

"I've noticed you haven't been sleeping much," he remarks, and before you can interrupt, he gestures toward his room, the one adjacent to yours. A silent acknowledgment that he's been more attentive than you realized. It pulls at the strings of your heart. "Or attending family dinners, and now Feyre tells me you're not going to Starfall?"

The weight of his observations presses on you. You didn’t think anyone had noticed.  "Why do you care?" you retort, your words sharper than intended, and a wince follows.

"Isolation is not a good coping method," he responds, his tone steady and unfazed by your sharpness. "Trust me, I know."

"I don't have a dress."  The words escape your lips, but even as you say them, you recognize the feebleness of the excuse.

“I’ll buy you one.”

Heat rises to your cheeks, and you feel a telltale blush spreading as the thought of Azriel buying you a dress takes root. He’s just being nice, you tell yourself. His gaze remains fixed on you, hazel eyes bright and gleaming with curiosity, as if daring you to come up with another excuse.

“Starfall is tomorrow.”

Azriel grins at you. It sends a flutter through your heart and you wonder if he can hear the erratic beat of it. 

“Better make haste and get dressed then. We’ve got a couple of hours before the shops close.”

You deliberately take extra time getting ready, a mix of anticipation and apprehension swirling within you as you prepare to spend time with Azriel. Half-expecting a hint of annoyance, you finally open the door to your room, only to find Azriel with a welcoming smile that has the bond in your chest humming. Still, you're met with silence at the other side.

You take a deep breath as he gestures for you to follow him. As you step outside, he offers his arm and winnows you, not wanting to waste anymore time. You both find yourselves in the bustling shopping plaza of Velaris, where the fragrance of blooming flowers and the animated chatter of people embrace you.

Elaborate Starfall-themed displays adorn the shops, enticing you inside. Suddenly, the sheer array overwhelms you, and an urge to step back washes over you. Azriel place a hand on your back, stopping you and guiding you towards one of the shops.

“Welcome!” A voice happily chirps. “How can I help you?”

A stunning female enters your line of sight, her gaze immediately fixating on the male standing behind you. Her lips curve into a captivating smile, causing a twinge of jealousy to flicker within you. It’s short lived as Azriel clears his throat, gently nudging you forward.

“We’re looking for a dress for her.” Azriel speaks for you.

“Splendid! What’s the special occasion?”

“Starfall.” Azriel answers.

The female’s eyes widen, her smile morphing into a strained one. “I’m afraid I’ve sold all my best work already.”

“Oh, that’s alright. Sorry for the trouble,” you quickly reply, attempting to conceal the relief in your voice. Turning to leave, Azriel's hands land on your shoulders, directing you back to face the female.

“I’m sure we can find something in here,” Azriel reassures with a polite smile, scanning the aisles of dresses. “Y/n isn't picky. Right?”

“I can be,” you mumble under your breath.

Azriel lets out a sound, what you discern as a muffled chuckle. He gives your shoulder a squeeze and then leans down toward your ear. “If I were you, I’d take advantage of the situation.”

You turn your head slightly and regret it immediately. It takes all your strength to hold back the shudder your body wants to give at his proximity. He’s so close you can feel his breath fanning against your neck and you wonder what it would feel like to have his lips pressed against that sensitive skin.

It surprises you how quickly you find your voice.

“I’m going to pick the most expensive one.”

“Go ahead,” Azriel says and you can hear the smirk in his voice without having to look at him. He doesn’t allow you to get another word in, urging you forward again to where the female patiently awaits for you.

She lightly grasps your arm, leading you toward a rack of dresses in various styles and colors while Azriel makes himself comfortable on the couch by the fitting room. “You are a lucky lady,” she muses, her hands gracefully exploring the textures of her creations. “I’ve had this shop for centuries and you’re the first lady the Shadowsinger has brought to me.”

A blush warms your cheeks as you divert your attention to the array of beautiful dresses. Each one is a work of art, making you question her earlier claim about not having her best work available. If these weren't her finest creations, the thought of what her best work looked like leaves you intrigued.

The female, who’s name you learn is Willow, has you try on a couple of dresses that differ in styles. You’re reluctant to show Azriel each one but given he’s paying for it and the only other one in this shop, you feel like he should have some say.

“Do you like it?” Willow beams at you, admiring her work.

On the fifth dress, your hands run over the tulle of the vibrant yellow skirt. The fabric feels itchy against your skin, and the color is too bold for your taste. You swear you are not trying to be picky, despite what you told Azriel earlier. 

“I li–”

“Let’s try another?” Azriel cuts in as if sensing the lie that was about to unfold. He rises from his seat toward one of the racks and pulls out a dress that caught his eye earlier. “How about this one?”

He holds the dress out to you, smiling softly when you take it from him. It’s much simpler compared to the other dress you’ve tried on but still just as elegant. It’s also soft against your skin. Willow guides you back into the fitting room, deftly assisting you out of the vivid yellow dress and into the cobalt blue silk one.

“I don’t know how I didn’t see it before. Cobalt blue is more your color!" Willow says as she gushes over you.

Her choice of words leaves you momentarily stunned. Cobalt blue is more your color. The exact words the Suriel had spoken to you. Also, the exact same shade as Azriel's siphons. The Suriel must’ve enjoyed himself a lot when he said those words to you. That sneaky little creature... You can hear his laugh echoing through your mind.

As you finally emerge from the dressing room, Azriel can’t help but stare. The fabric drapes gracefully around you, accentuating curves he hadn't noticed before. Sensing his prolonged gaze, your eyes meet his. It was him quickly averting his gaze, a subtle flush coloring his cheeks. He clears his throat, attempting to regain his composure.

"This is the one. It looks…good on you," he manages to say, his voice slightly strained.

“It’s 500 gold marks.”

He picks up on the teasing in your tone and the way Willow shakes her head in reassurance at him. Still, he humors you and says, “I don’t care.”

He’d pay more than 500 gold marks just to make you happy.

Azriel battled with restless thoughts that night, unable to find solace in sleep. Each time he closed his eyes, the vivid image of you in that dress invaded his mind. He couldn’t wait to see you in that dress again. Maybe then, he’d have the courage to compliment you better.

As the sun dipped below the horizon and the first guests arrived for the Starfall celebration, Azriel's eyes eagerly scanned the gathering crowd, seeking a glimpse of you. Just as a twinge of disappointment crept in, his shadows stirred, signaling your proximity. His wings twitched with anticipation, and his breath caught in his throat at the sight of you. You are absolutely stunning. Breathtaking. 

In an instant heartbeat, he’s pushing Cassian, who was ready to fly you up to the House of Wind, aside. With a warning look, Cassian steps away with a chuckle.

"You're here," he whispers, a blend of disbelief and relief saturating his breath.

“Well a very nice male spent a lot of money for me to be here.”

“Well I’m glad.” Azriel chuckles, eyes drinking you in again. Savoring you. “You’re beautiful.”

“So are you.”

Azriel flushes at the unexpected compliment and his shadows to come to life around him. He smiles at you. “Shall we?”

He waits for your nod before carefully hooking an arm beneath your knees, eyes never leaving yours. A thrill courses through him as he revels in the sensation of your arms around his neck, taking delight in the way you feel in his arms. His wings unfurl behind him, preparing for the short flight up. The sound has your eyes fluttering shut, arms tightening around him and face burying into his neck. He finds it absolutely endearing. He never wants to let you go.

Against his wishes, the flight up to the balcony was short. He sets you down, helping you regain your footing, a lingering touch before reluctantly releasing you. There’s still more guests he, unfortunately, has to fly up. It’s as if you sense his internal conflict because you’re turning around to face him, eyes bright and alight.

“Yes, Azriel. I’ll save you a dance.”

The way his name rolls off your tongue sends a thrill up his spine. He opens his mouth to say something but once again, you beat him to it.

"Thought I'd save you the question," you stated, an all-knowing grin gracing your features as you tapped the corner of one of your eyes. Ah, so you had a vision of him. He wonders about the other glimpses you might have seen.

He doesn’t have too much time to dwell on it as Elain is rushing toward you, showering you with compliments. He takes that as his cue to depart. He is determined to finish his tasks in bringing the remaining guests up as fast as he can so that he can return to you and that dance you promised.

Azriel finds himself stealing glances whenever he thinks you won’t notice. The sparkle in your eyes, the way the dress accentuates your features–he can't look away. Caught up in the melody of your laughter, provoked by something Elain said, Azriel and his shadows are too mesmerized in the beauty of you to notice Feyre approaching until she speaks.

"She’s beautiful," Feyre remarks, her eyes following the same path as Azriel's gaze.

A soft affirmation escapes Azriel's lips. "Yes."

Feyre, well aware of the answer, delves further. "You bought her that dress?"

“Yes.”

A mischievous gleam flickers in Feyre's eyes as she delivers her next statement. "You like her." 

Azriel's response slips out before he can even grasp the depth of his own admission. "Yes."

He turns to Feyre, his wide eyes betraying the shock of his own revelation. A slight pallor washes over his skin, and Feyre chuckles at his reaction. Sensing the tension in the air, she rests a reassuring arm on his shoulder. “I like her too,” she confesses.

Though, both of them recognize that Azriel's feelings for you run deeper and in more intricate ways than Feyre's own fondness.

“I offered her a place in this court. She said she’d think about it. Maybe you can convince her? The same way you convinced her to come to Starfall,” Feyre says and then with one last pat on his shoulder, she makes her way back toward Rhysand.

Still recovering from the revelation of his own feelings, it takes a while longer for the weight of Feyre’s words to sink in. A mixture of surprise, uncertainty, and a flicker of hope plays out across his features. You weren’t planning on staying? The thought of you leaving–leaving him stirs a feeling in his chest. His eyes seek you out again but you’re no longer standing beside Elain.  

In your place, stands Lucien and normally the sight would trigger dark emotions from him. But now? He feels nothing. There’s no sense of envy. His affections have shifted elsewhere.

Azriel’s shadows fall to the floor, slithering against the cool tile like serpents of the night. They lead the way directly to where you stand, by the champagne table. He makes his way toward you and you're downing the rest of the liquid in your glass.

“Azriel.” You smile at him.

“It’s time for you to fulfill the promise you made me.”

“Of course,” you reply, offering him your hand.

Azriel gracefully pulls you into his embrace. One hand wraps around yours while the other rests on your waist. The enchanting melody guides your movements as the two of you glide across the floor.

“Feyre told me she offered you a role in this court.”

Your eyes, wise and mysterious, meet his, and he feels your body tense under his hold. “What else did she tell you?”

“That you’d think about it,” he says, the rhythm of the dance allowing for a moment of ease to settle between you. “You should stay.”

“Why?”

A wistful expression colors your features and the soft glow of stars are reflected in your eyes. The music comes to a gradual end and you free yourself of his hold before the next song begins.

“There’s no one here for me.” You admit and then give a small laugh as you look down. There's a deep, haunting sadness to your laughter, striking a chord within him.

“I’m right here.” 

Lifting your head back up, your eyes search his for something with a glimmer of hope. An eternity seems to pass in your gaze. A frown settles over your lips and he feels a tinge of sadness. Whatever you sought, it seems you did not find it.

Suppressing the surge of emotions within him, his hand reaches for yours again. He guides you to somewhere more private, toward one of the balconies that is off limits to the guests. “Talk to me,” he says, his words carrying an invitation for you to unburden your heart.

Your hands grip onto the railing before you and attention is directed up towards the night sky. He mirrors your actions, resting his hands close to yours. So close he can feel your warmth but not close enough to touch.

"It feels weird being here," you sigh deeply. "My mother and I used to sneak out of Hewn City on Starfall just to catch a glimpse of these migrating spirits every year...until she realized what I was. She said I was a curse, said she would turn me into Keir and let him have his way with me if I didn't leave."

Azriel's fingers clench into a white knuckled grip at your words.

"Not that leaving a horrible city such as Hewn was exactly a punishment. It was probably for the best. Still didn't stop me from being scared. It was the first time in my life that I was actually alone. I learned how to survive."

"I met the Suriel a year later. He must've taken pity on me and would visit me without being summoned. Sometimes, it'd be to tease me with some gossip. Other times, to annoy and chide me for my mistakes. Most importantly, he taught me how to not only survive on my own but live alone. I don't know, it's probably silly but I just felt a lot less lonely when I was actually alone than I do here."

“It’s not silly. I used to feel that way too.” Azriel admits and after a moment of silence, he’s turning toward you.  “Am I not your friend?”

“I don’t know,” you find yourself saying again, uncertainty clouding your expression. Pausing, you tear your gaze from the night sky to look at him. “Do you want to be?”

“Yes,” Azriel smiles at you. And so much more. 

You smile back at him but it doesn’t last long. Turning your head to face directly ahead, you bite the inside of your cheek in hesitation, revealing to Azriel that there’s more troubling you than your sense of loneliness.

“What else?” 

“There’s nothing else.”

“y/n.”

“I feel like a failure.”

Azriel's eyes widen, his heart sinking to his stomach. “You’re not,” he reassures quickly.

“I–I just,” you stammer, the weight of self-doubt evident in your voice. “It’s nearing four months since I’ve arrived, and I feel like I’ve barely scratched the surface with Elain.”

“How long did it take you to harness your abilities?”

“Decades,” you respond, the admission carrying a hint of sheepishness. “But Elain is different. This is different. I don’t want to disappoint her. Disappoint Feyre. The world we know is crumbling apart, and we don’t have time. If–if we cannot fix it before it’s too late, I will have failed him.”

“Hey, look at me.”

When you don’t, Azriel lightly grips your chin, coaxing your gaze to him. “You’re here, aren’t you? You’re honoring his wish by just being here. Keep trying,” he encourages, wiping away your tears. “I’ll be here with you every step of the way. You’re not alone. We’ll face this together.”

“Together?”

He releases his hold on you, resting his hand once more on the rail. This time, it’s even closer to yours.

“Together,” he confirms, heart swarming with warmth when your hand bridges the gap between you and brushes against his. 

And finally, it seems your lonely days are through.

Azriel’s been in love before. Twice. Or at least, he thought it was love. One was unrequited, a silent ache he carried within. The other was forbidden, a love he had clung to with misguided hope. He was beginning to come to the begrudging conclusion that love was simply not meant for him.

Then, you came along. Strange as it seems, you've seemed to have brought back that old feeling to him, awakening something deep inside of him. And though he doesn't know what you did, he thinks--he hopes that you could be the one. The one to possibly release him from the chains of solitude and longing.

You've rarely left his mind since the night he met you. The echoes of your first words to him lingered in his mind long after your encounter, “I’ve been waiting for you.”

Your voice was cloaked in both mystery and certainty, as though you held the threads of destiny within your grasp. It prompted him to ask who you were but your answer, “that’s for you to decide” only gave rise to more questions. 

Then, there was that smile. So beautiful, so hopeful. It etched itself into the recesses of his memory. It was a smile no one had ever bestowed upon him before and one he longed to see it again.

And he almost ruined it all–that day he snapped at you after a session gone wrong with Elain. Your intentions were always pure. He knew this. No one was at fault as everything that transpired between you and Elain was completely consensual. But the scream that tore through Elain sent him in a heightened frenzy. He had sworn to Rhysand and Feyre, his High Lord and High Lady, that he would protect Elain. Before he could properly assess the situation, he had roughly pushed you aside with a growl. The hurt that flashed in your eyes in response haunted him nearly every night.

You began to actively avoid his gaze and presence whenever possible, and guilt gnawed at him relentlessly. Even his shadows, missing your attention, seemed angry with him. Truth be told, he was angry with himself too. You had made friends with everyone. Everyone but him.

The following two weeks became a series of futile attempts at groveling, your obliviousness to it all cutting deeper than he cared to admit. The breaking point came when you missed dinner, and he knew it was time to set things right then. So he sent his shadows to look for you and when they reported back to him that you were sleeping in the library, he brought your dinner to you.

After that moment, the atmosphere between you two shifted. He became the chaser, gradually closing the distance between you.

You looked his way more, approached him with a newfound openness, and your conversations became more frequent. You teased him at times, even, with your cryptic words. But rather than frustrating him, it only made him seek you out more. He wanted to be the one to unravel the mystery that was you.

Somewhere down the line, his eyes stopped searching for Elain's. The private moments he sought with her became mere echoes of the past—no more lingering touches, exchanged glances, or pointless conversations. Instead, it was you who occupied the center of his attention, infiltrating his dreams and igniting desires he never knew he harbored.

You eased him like no other, effortlessly coaxing smiles and laughter from him. It was in these moments that the realization struck him like a bolt of lightning—he had never truly been in love during the first two instances. What he felt for you was different. He was unwilling to let his feelings linger in the shadows, as they had done before. He yearned for them to step into the light. To be acknowledged and acted upon openly.

He decided to wait until after Solstice to confess to you and hoped that your visions wouldn't give him away.

Laughter and clinks of wine glasses ring through the air. Azriel knows it’s time to open presents, his shadows singing loudly and overwhelming him with information. Cassian is sneaking a peak. Rhysand is rolling his eyes. Elain got Lucien a present. y/n is holding back tears.

Azriel tenses at the last bit of information, eyes immediately finding you. You’re seated beside Feyre–the two of you exchanging smiles. There’s an unwrapped present on your lap and his shadows dart toward it. It’s a small portrait of the Suriel. He hears you thank Feyre and he swears he can feel your ache of grief. He moves to stand from his seat but Elain stops him.

“Happy Solstice,” she says, holding out a small present. He takes the box albeit reluctantly but politely and opens it to find two tickets to an upcoming play. 

Elain smiles at the frown he’s trying to hide.

"Elain, I can't--"

“Y/n mentioned always wanting to go see a play. I thought maybe you could be the one to take her. After you confess."

His eyes search hers for any traces of hurt. He’s relieved when he finds none but the frown in his brow remains. “How–”

“She trained me well," Elain replies, eyes shining with an all knowing gleam he's seen in yours. "She deserves to be happy. You both do and something tells me that she’s the one you’ve been waiting for.”

Gods, you and Elain have been hanging out so much with one another that now she’s beginning to talk like you. There's a tightening in his chest, like a band about to snap at her words.

Azriel looks back at Elain in question but she only smiles at him once more before retreating back to where she was sitting previously. Next to Lucien, who also sends a smile his way.

Looking down at the tickets, he thinks of you again. His shadows stir, mirroring the strange sensation in his chest. It’s almost like a pull and his shadows guide him toward it, turning his head for him. Just in time to catch a glimpse of you quietly slipping away from the festivities. His steps quicken as he follows you, pulling his coat along with him.

The soft flakes of snow flutter down, a delicate dance in the winter night. Despite weeks of continuous snowfall, the enchanting beauty of it never fails to captivate you. It differs markedly from the unforgiving snowstorms you endured while wandering the Night Court's forests. Though just as cold, it prompts an involuntary shiver, a reaction to the biting chill in the air.

As the door behind you creaks open, a rush of warmth accompanies its movement. The scent of cedar invades your senses, growing more intense as you feel a fabric drape over your shoulders, bringing forth an intimate warmth.

"Hey," Azriel breathes, a visible puff of white escaping his lips.

"Hi," you smile back at him, your fingers instinctively reaching for the coat that draped over your shoulders. You can't help but notice the thin sweater he wears. "Won't you be cold, though?"

Azriel stops you, securing his coat back onto your smaller frame with a reassuring smile. “I grew up in a camp where it snowed a lot more than this. I’ll be fine.”

You look back up at the night sky. The stars are shining so bright. It makes you wonder if they ever tire. They seem to answer you as their radiant beams cast a celestial glow upon you. Your vision blurs in surrender.

“What are you seeing?” Azriel inquires, curious. He hopes it's not the confession he's aching to spill.

Your eyebrows knit together, and you close your eyes, immersing yourself in deciphering the messages woven between the stars. Upon opening your eyes, you turn to Azriel, a teasing smirk playing on your lips.

“You're going to get frostbite."

Azriel lets out an amused huff. "I don't care. As long as you're warm."

"We should head back inside," you suggest.

"No," Azriel insists, enfolding a wing around your form, anchoring you in place. His shadows can sense you don't want to go back inside yet. "I like being alone with you."

The wind nips at your cheeks, a sensation you welcome as it gives the perfect excuse for the blush creeping across your face. Tearing your gaze away from Azriel before he can discern his effect on you, you quietly share, "Nyx is going to say his first word in three days."

Azriel leans forward and you can feel his anticipation. A familial bet circulates among his uncles and aunts (save for Elain) regarding what the young heir’s first word will be. “What is it?”

“Cas.”

Azriel can't resist glancing back toward the house, his eyes narrowing with a mix of suspicion and curiosity. There, he catches a fleeting glimpse of Cassian playfully hoisting Nyx in the air, the two engaged in a lively game of chase around the living room. When he turns his attention back to you, mischief twinkles in your eyes.

“You’re lying.”

“You fell for it."

And that smile he’s been longing for since he met you graces your lips as you laugh. A sweet and beautiful sound that warms the winter air. Azriel's gaze dips toward your lips, captivated by the sound, before lifting back to meet your eyes. He leans in even closer.

“I fell for you.”

You also lean in, eyes never leaving his. "The answer is yes."

"What?"

Azriel nearly stumbles back, caught off guard, but you remain close, lifting a hand and cradling his cheek. It's surprisingly warm and he instinctively leans into your touch. His eyes widen. Did you—

“To you taking me on a date,” you reveal, your smile deepening, and he swears his shadows snicker in response. “The vision I just saw. It was of me and you at a theater. Next Friday at seven.”

“Next Friday at seven,” Azriel confirms, a tender affection lighting up his expression.

The air seems to shimmer with the promise of an enchanting future. You reach out, tugging at the bond in your chest. Once again, there is only silence. Yet, you can’t bring yourself to care anymore. Not when Azriel is gazing at you as though you are the very stars illuminating the night sky.

And then you're kissing him.

The snow crunches underfoot as Azriel moves, his usually keen senses dulled. His mind is elsewhere, consumed by thoughts of you. Even as the icy missiles fly past him, Azriel remains lost in the memories of shared glances and smiles and the way your lips felt so perfect against his last night.

For the first time in years, Azriel finds himself on the losing side of the annual snowball fight. Oddly, no disappointment lingers, even after meticulous planning for this anticipated victory. All he wants is to return home—to you.

Amidst the snowy chaos, revelation strikes him simultaneously with a snowball from Rhysand. The snap, the bond—everything falls into place. It all makes sense now. Your words when you first met. Elain’s words last night at Solstice. Why your presence thrilled and delighted him. Why he couldn't shake the feeling of love and adoration for you.

You are his mate. 

The one he had been longing and pleading for, and the realization left him breathless. He shakes the snow from his face and Rhysand blinks back at him in surprise. The High Lord had been expecting a glare but he only finds pure shock on Azriel’s face.

“Oh come on, I didn’t hit you that hard,” he teases.

“I have to go.”

“If you leave, you’re forfeiting,” warns Cassian, but the glint in his eye betrays a desire for Azriel to leave, eager for a victory.

“I yield,” Azriel says mindlessly, surprising even Rhysand. Feeling his friend's talons probing his mind, Azriel throws up his shields and disappears into his shadows, abandoning the snow-covered battlefield. He'll explain later.

For now, he has to find you.

His shadows winnow him back to the River house and he doesn’t have to look for long because there you are, making your way down the last step and standing in his path. There’s not much that surprises you but that has changed since meeting Azriel and this moment is no different. Your eyes are widening, mouth parting.

“Azriel," you say. "What are you doing here? I thought you were–”

“It’s you,” Azriel interrupts breathlessly as if he was running, chest rising and falling quickly in step with the erratic beating of his heart. He’s bridging the distance between you. “All this time. It’s been you.”

You swallow thickly. “You know?”

The glimmer of hope that had ignited during Starfall returns to your eyes, revealing a world he hadn’t realized existed. How could he have been so blind?

Azriel smiles at you and it’s as if that’s the last piece to the puzzle as the bond between you both comes to life, singing loudly against your chests. He pulls you flush against him and spins you around, eliciting a delightful squeal from you. Cradling your face in his hands, he kisses your forehead, then the corners of your eyes. He saves your lips for last, lingering in the sweet taste of them for a moment longer.

“You’re my mate,” he says quietly, leaning his forehead against yours.

“Yes,” you manage to whisper back, surrendering yourself to the depths of his mesmerizing hazel eyes, just like in the vision from months ago. And it’s not you who speaks again but Azriel.

“I’ve been waiting for you.”

a/n: hope you all enjoyed this (: It took me longer to write than I thought because i'm used to writing more angst for Az than fluff but I wanted this to be different. It's canon that Elain found out that reader and Az were mates through a vision around the same time she decided to give Lucien a chance. I just want them all to be happy ♡ in terms of my ABBA x ACOTAR series, I think I'll work on another one for Cas next inspired by Honey, Honey. If you'd like to be tagged, just let me know!

tagging: @hellodarling1357

if you want to read more about Az x Seer reader, I wrote a couple of bonus scenes that didn't quite make the final cut. You can read them here.

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[readychilledwine]

Limbo

Summary - You would never be able to move on from your untimely death. Not while the two males you loved kept you trapped here.

Warnings - reader is unable to move on, angst, Rhysand's red flag moment from ACOFAS, Tamlin's depressed, lost mates

A/N - I was watching the Haunting of Hill House and fell in love with the concept and parallel created in the episode between two storms, and I decided to use that concept with this

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It really was not their fault.

How were the two males she loved the most supposed to know that spirits couldn't rest when anger involving them lingered this deeply? You sighed, watching Rhysand and Tamlin argue for what had to have been the 100th time since your death.

You held no ill-will towards Tamlin. Not now that you knew the truth. It had been a poorly planned attack from your father, hoping to remove the issue he believed Rhysand was meant to become to his place as High Lord.

Everything had been so meticulously planned by your father. Every detail had been set into perfect stone. Almost every detail, at least.

Your father had forgotten to account for you and your mother. The fool had believed the Spring Lord and his two oldest sons would find Rhysand long before they found you and Lady Night.

The rest went down in history.

Your mate was forced to watch you die, forced to carry your wings back to Spring, forced to watch his father splay them out over his desk.

You should have been allowed to rest when Tamlin burned them, mourning you with the loss of the last piece of you he had, but you couldn't.

You would never be at peace, watching them scream at each other, watching them fight, watching the love that used to burn so brightly between two friends dying out. “Enough,” your voice was a soft breeze in Rhysand's ear. “Rhys, enough.”

They didn't stop, though. They never did. Especially now that Feyre had been involved. It was another loss for Tamlin. Another goodbye. Another death. Another moment he felt the Mother had long turned her back on him.

“Ignore him,” your voice wasn't a whisper for Tamlin. It wasn't a soft breeze. It was there, in his heart, warming him. “Let him feel his rage. He has the ability to find the truth, My love.”

That phantom tug hit him, calming him as he sat broken, berated by Rhysand over a female he didn't truly want anymore.

All you could do was place your head near his, never able to fully touch him, never able to truly comfort him. “I am. I'm always here.” You just can't see me, you thought bitterly.

He tugged. He tugged knowing he would feel nothing on the other end. But the message hit you full force, I wish you were here.

It did not take long for Rhysand's anger to grow. Becoming louder and louder until it hit a boiling point. Lethal quiet came from him despite you knowing he wanted to scream, “You deserve everything that has befallen you. You deserve this pathetic, empty house, your ravaged lands. I don't care if you offered that kernel of life to save me, I don't care if you still love my mate. I don't care that you saved her from Hybern or a thousand enemies before that.”

“Enough, Rhysand!” The warning went unheard. As it always had. As it always would.

“I hope you live the rest of your miserable life alone here. It's a far more satisfying end than slaughtering you.”

“Please,” you begged. “Just, stop. Please stop.” Another phantom tug had Tamlin sighing before he shifted and walked away, leaving Rhysand there alone. “Rhys, please. I'm right here.”

“Enough!” Glass shattered on one of the windows, causing both males to jump. “That's enough!” Had they been paying attention to more than just their own anger, their own mourning, their own love clouded by hatred, they would have noticed the faint smell of lilac and starlight lingering in the air. But, as you had grown used to, neither noticed.

He winnowed away as you reached for him, ignoring the chill he felt as he did and leaving you alone again. You let out a laugh as the bond, so full of cruel life, tugged on your end again. I wish you were here, it repeated.

“I am,” you cried. “I'm right here.”

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[spacebarbarianweird]

What about Astarion X Dragonborn!Tav headcanons?

This one was really tricky! I had to spend some time reading about the Dragonborn. Hope you will enjoy it

Apparently, Dragonborns in DnD are more mammals than reptiles. They are warm-blooded and have human-like biology (except for laying eggs). 

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Astarion x Dragonborn!Tav

There is the thing about you two, a literal dragon and an elf.

Dragonborns are from a different world, Abeir, and arrived in Toril only during the Spellplague, only a century ago.

Rare in number, exotic, scary.

Astarion had to sleep with thousands of people. Humans, dwarves, elves, gnomes, name it yourself.

Any possible relationship is tainted at best.

But Astarion was never forced to sleep with Dragonborns.

They were never among the victims. Ever.

When he is with you, he can forget.

Being with you doesn't awake unpleasant memories.

Your skin is covered with beautiful scales, and your dragonlike face doesn't show humanoid emotions.

You are different. Alien. Gorgeous.

You are much bigger than him and stronger.

Sometimes, when you hug Astarion, you are afraid to break him as if he is made of crystals.

Your thick fingers and claws are nothing like his delicate palms.

When you caress his hands, you fear hurting him, ruining his perfect silk-like skin.

Often you carry Astarion around in your hands or on your shoulders - he is almost weightless to you.

You are warm-blooded, but the temperature of your body is much higher than that of other humanoids. It feels feverish, and the most of the non-dragonborns you meet refuse to touch you since your scales are just too hot.

But that's exactly what Astarion needs.

He is always cold, the freezing grip of death owns his undead heart.

You are basically a walking heater to him. When you sleep, he just cuddles you, stealing as much warmth as he needs.

And you also feel comfortable with something cold in your hands

Astarion loves your scales. He often washes you, seeing water streaming down your muscled body.

Your blood tastes different - it has fire in it, and it burns in a good way.

Like all the Dragonborns you are good with arts and especially crafting. You make jewelry for Astarion - mostly something Elven-coded.

You treat him like your own beautiful princess you saved from a monster.

And he answers with love and care you would never expect from non-Dragonborn.

Besides, your ancestors were slaves, bred, and exploited for the sake of Draconic Lords - you've never been a slave yourself, but the hatred toward evil masters is innate.

Eventually, you take Astarion home, to Tymanther, a displaced kingdom on the far east of Faerun.

You make him a part of your kin, so, once you are gone, he still has a place to belong.

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[two-white-butterflies]

parallel lines | d. targaryen | part two

Description: An ordinary middle school teacher moves to a desolate town with her fiancee. After suffering episodes of vivid nightmares, she realizes that his uncle looks exactly like the man in her dreams.

Pairings: daemon targaryen/reader, aemond targaryen/reader

Trope: Reincarnation

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"Trust I seek and I find in you Every day for us something new Open mind for a different view" - Nothing Else Matters, Metallica

(CANADIAN HEIGHTS, DRAGONVIEW. JANUARY 3, 2023)

"You couldn't have told me about Rhaenyra?" the sentence slips off your tongue immediately after the door slams shut. He takes a deep inhale, further expanding your doubts as he places his coat on the rack. "I don't like her - never did." he grumbled while walking towards the living room - you trail after him.

"I didn't think that you'd meet each other." he reasoned while opening a bottle of beer. "- it's the first time in twenty years that I've seen her work. She got the majority of Dad's trust." he avoided your gaze.

You continued staring at him - waiting until he tells the truth. "You could've told me that she was your sister." you pointed out. A scoff exits his mouth. "Half-sister." he corrected while taking his mug off the counter and storming straight to his office.

(STARLIGHT STEAKHOUSE, DRAGONVIEW. JANUARY 4, 2023)

The dinner came sooner than expected. Soon, you found yourself in the middle of a crowded steakhouse with all the school's faculty. It was pleasant to be in this atmosphere - they all had a familiar aura. One that you'd find in the Mayor's Office or a Family Reunion. They were all cool - nonchalant almost.

"The political climate in Dragonview is relatively calm. I thought all hell would break loose after Viserys died - but Corlys seems to be running this city well." Harwin, Rhaenyra's husband, proclaimed. You were about to ask a question, but a man walks in.

He had an impeccable posture, shoulder's straight - with the same command as a military officer. He was wearing black trousers and a polo shirt that was tucked in neatly. You could hardly make out the Lacoste logo on his chest - if it weren't for the smell of Le Labo Santal 33 that blinded you.

Your eyes trailed from his clothes to his face. Those fucking purple eyes - those eyes that you've been searching for. They looked like a field of Lavender, and all you wanted to do was drown in them. "Is she the new teacher in lucky St. Goretti?" he opened his mouth, his voice was velvety and deep. It made your head spin.

"Yes, the middle faculty's attractive levels are rising." Rhaenyra pats your back and you share a small chuckle. "I'm Daemon, Daemon Targaryen." he says his full name - like it was something that you needed to remember. He looked important, who was he?

"(Your Name)" you responded while shaking his hand. Electric sparks course through your body. Enchanted by a guy that you only met? Unethical. The man sits beside you - tracing his muscles through his tight polo-shirt. He was familiar. You knew him somewhere.

You knew everything about his body language - the way he leaned back when something was hilarious - the way that he took up space because he knew that he was entitled to it. His face looked like coming home. He looked like a thousand sleepless nights cuddled near the fire. But you shouldn't be feeling this way.

It was wrong that time stood still for a man other than Aemond.

"He's my uncle, actually. He owns the land where the school is standing in." Rhaenyra confirmed and your eyebrows merged into each other. "He's your uncle? Is he also Aemond's uncle?" you inquired, seeing an unsettling resemblance between him and your boyfriend. "He's our father's brother." Rhaenyra answered with a smile. "It's a small town, everyone's related." Harwin says.

You felt outcasted one more. Aemond knew everything about you, but you hardly knew anything about his past. When you asked him about it, he'd ignore you and move to 'better' topics. It felt like you were purposefully in the dark about him - like he was hiding something important.

"It's nice to finally meet you. My first meeting with Rhaenyra was quite rocky." you chuckled nervously, everyone in the table was searching for something behind your eyes. Waiting for you to remember? "So she's told," Daemon flashed you a rare smile.

"Of course, he's arrived fashionably late as usual." Rhaenys teased her cousin while cutting through her steak. "Do not get too cock with me Rhaenys, just because you're the mayor's wife now." Daemon jested and everyone laughed at his joke. "You can't blame him, ever since his ex-wife died and left him that massive public library - he's spent all of his time there." Rhaenyra rolls her eyes, taking a sip of a diet coke.

"It's free and I will use it." he shrugged, turning his knees in your direction. You knew what it meant - he liked you. Was it possible that you weren't the only one with this feeling? "I must admit, I'm a little curious. Where did you meet my brother? What was his job again?" she placed a finger on her lips, attempting to remember her brother's job. Since her father's death, they've all went their opposite ways.

"He streams," you answer and the entire table falls into silence. They weren't luddites, but they were oblivious when it came to modern technology. "It's a work from home type of thing." you expanded and they all nodded. "How did you meet him?" Rhaenyra repeated her question and your face relaxes.

(BERNINA EXPRESS, SWITZERLAND TO ITALY. AUGUST 23, 2018)

Europe was beautiful, really cold, but beautiful.

It was your eighteenth birthday, also the death anniversary of your mother. It's been a decade since she died - life has never been better. "Coffee or hot chocolate?" the attendant inquires and you look at her, "Nothing, thank you." you popped those headphones back on.

So you're leaving, in the morning. On the early train.

It's been ten years since you've last listened to this song - it's humble melody still brought you comfort. You looked towards the vast horizon, soaking in the beautiful scenery of Switzerland. Never in a million years did you expect stepping foot in this country.

Well, I could say everything alright. And I could pretend and say goodbye.

"Miss, you're in my seat." a man leans down, standing beside you.

Your gaze hikes up to his face - he was an ethereal wisp of a man, he had a buzzcut and his hood was partially covering his face. Although, the hood wasn't enough to cover his missing eye. A purple eye?

"What? My seat is 13B." you stared at the ticket in your hands. You reached towards your phone, exiting Spotify and deciding to give him your full attention. "Yes, and you're in 13C." he clenched his jaw. Your cheeks turned crimson red.

"I'm sorry. Here, I'll move." you apologized, moving your body until you were seated beside the window. "It's alright, I'd sit there but I don't like window seats." he settled his backpack on his lap. A frown is etched upon your face, "How? It's the best seat." you voiced out.

An amused chuckle escaped his mouth.

"For you, maybe."

(STARLIGHT STEAKHOUSE, DRAGONVIEW. JANUARY 4, 2023)

"How did you meet him?"

"Europe, it's a romantic place." you smiled fondly at the memory. You always believed that you were lucky to meet him - the perfect strangers. It came straight out of a Disney movie. "Oh, where? Harwin and I met there too!" Rhaenyra cheered, quickly leaning on her husband's shoulder. "The Bernina Express."

Harwin's eyes narrowed - seemingly remembering an experience of his own. "Oh, remember that family trip when we went to in Italy? We took the Bernina Express too, was that where you met?" Harwin asked and Rhaenyra grumbled. "What date was that again?" she inquired and Daemon answered this time; with a shaky breath.

"August 23," he gulped.

It was the day where he remembered. The day that he began looking for you. "Exactly, it was my birthday." you smiled and Rhaenyra couldn't help but laugh. "We could've known each other sooner. Although, me and the others took the first class seats. Aemond insisted on getting the normal ones." she reminisced.

Daemon's teeth burrowed into his lower lip.

Did Aemond plan for this?

"Invisible string theory?" Mysaria inquired, but no one understood her reference. "We're glad to know you now," Daemon nodded - seemingly convincing himself. "Likewise," you smiled.

"(Your Name) can I get your Instagram? I took a really cool photo and I want to post it." Rhaenyra asked while pulling out her phone.

"Yeah sure!"

RhaeTargaryen: Dinner with the #SJTWSID Faculty! ❤️ Anyone know the full name of our beloved school?

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cordenciagomes: st. Joseph the worker's school in dragonstone 🤣 a mouthful isn't it? - RhaeTargaryen: Quite 😅

HarwinStrong: Beautiful picture!

(RED KEEP MANSIONS, DRAGONVIEW. JANUARY 4, 2023)

"I hope that you don't take the entire thing to heart." Rhaenyra stands outside of her uncle's mansion, half her foot was inside the door - half was still splayed on the concrete. "Everything happens for a reason," he responded with a thin lipped smile.

Rhaenyra becoming his close confidant was a surprise. In his other life, he was older by decades - in this life, there were only four years between them. They could relate to each other now - know each other in ways deeper than shared blood.

She breathes a sigh of relief.

"I'm glad that's all sorted. Just don't think much about it, I'm sure that Aemond doesn't remember. We haven't seen him since that trip 5-years ago, where he met her." Rhaenyra whispered. "Do you think that he remembered there too?" he couldn't help but inquire.

Rhaenyra ponders for a moment, before seeing her son descend from the Grand Staircase. "Don't think about it, uncle." she moved past him. "Jace, it's time to go home." she smiled.

Daemon could only grind his teeth.

(TIRANO, ITALY. AUGUST, 23 2018.)

Daemon exited the building carefully, excited to finally be back in this beautiful place. The country where Renaissance began. He sees a woman - walking past him and he can't help but feel drawn towards her. She was beautiful, slender and with alluring eyes.

The world stood still for a moment, before he finally got the guts to open his mouth. "Miss, can you take a picture of me?" he requested, pulling out his vintage camera that he bought especially for this trip. "I really have to meet someone," she tried to reason, clearly panicked and staring at the floor.

"Please, just one picture." he pleaded - feeling that familiar pain in his head. Hopefully the dreams wouldn't return tonight. "O-okay," she stuttered, reaching for his camera. He adjusted his suit, leaning on one of the airplane statues that they had in the courtyard. She clicks, taking a picture of him - before running off.

All without staring at his face.

"Thank you," he whispered - holding his camera and feeling electric sparks course through his body. She was the last thing he remembered before falling out of consciousness.

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DaemonTargaryen.phd: Beautiful day here in Tirano. 🇮🇹

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[girlbosswar]

ROUND 1 MASTERLIST

So uh… yea

No I didn’t actually include everybody submitted but I included most of them

Polls will go up around tomorrow at 4:00 PM CST

If you make any edits or art or whatever make sure to tag this account

SIDE ONE

Sharpay Evans (High School Musical) Vs. Misako Montgomery Garmadon (Ninjago: Masters of Spinjitzu)

Queen (deltarune) Vs. Tanya Degurechaff (Youjo Senki)

Reko Yabusame (Your Turn To Die -Death Game By Majority-) Vs. Mai Zenin (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Sunset Shimmer (My Little Pony: Equestria Girls) Vs. Scheherazade (One Thousand and One Nights)

Megaera (Hades) Vs. Clementine (The Walking Dead)

Agent 8 (Splatoon 2: Octo Expansion) Vs. Palutena (Kid Icarus)

Nobara Kugisaki (Jujutsu Kaisen) Vs. Amy Rose (Sonic the Hedgehog CD)

Lucretia (The Adventure Zone) Vs. Maya Fey (Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney)

Phi (Zero Escape: Virtue’s Last Reward) Vs. Morganthe (Wizard 101)

Bo Peep (Toy Story) Vs. The Administrator (Team Fortress 2)

Audria Rose (Descendants) Vs. Chandrelle Stormblaze (The Hex)

Mion Sonozaki (Higurashi No Naku Koro Ni) Vs. Motoko Kusanagi (Ghost in the Shell)

F!Nefarious Tropy (Crash Bandicoot) Vs. Toriel (UNDERTALE)

Nagisa Misumi (Futari wa Precure) Vs. Aspheera (Ninjago)

Sara Chidouin (Your Turn To Die -Death Game By Majority-) Vs. Renée Minkowski (Wolf 359)

Callie (Splatoon) Vs. Romana (Doctor Who)

Marina (Splatoon 2) Vs. Junko Enoshima (Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc)

Jolyne Cujoh (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure) Vs. Kagami Tsurugi (Miraculous Ladybug)

Ema Skye (Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney) Vs. Maki Zenin (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Edelgard von Hresvelg (Fire Emblem: Three Houses) Vs. Daisy (Super Mario Land)

Hinomori Shiso (Project Sekai: Colorful Stage) Vs. Nyota Uhura (Star Trek)

Regina George (Mean Girls) Vs. Lisa Lisa (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Olivier Mira Armstrong (Fullmetal Alchemist) Vs. Yor Forger (Spy x Family)

Lady Iron Fan (Monkie Kid) Vs. Claire Elford (Witch’s Heart)

MEIKO (Vocaloid) Vs. Hornet (Hollow Night)

Franziska von Karma (Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney - Justice for All) Vs. Prudence (Papa Louie)

Ningguang (Genshin Impact) Vs. Eleanor Shellstrop (The Good Place)

Buffy Anne Summers (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) Vs. Kokomi Teruhashi (The Disastrous Life of Saiki K)

Gertrude Robinson (The Magnus Archives) Vs. Larxene (Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories)

Tohru Honda (Fruits Basket) Vs. April O’Neil (ROTTMNT)

Sasha Waybright (Amphibia) Vs. Princess Carolyn (Bojack Horseman)

Madoka Kaname (Mahou Shoujo Madoka★Magica) Vs. Zora Salazar (Epithet Erased)

Reagan Ridley (Inside Job) Vs. Vera Oberlin (Monster Prom)

Jay Ferin (Just Roll With It) Vs. P.I.X.A.L (Ninjago)

Katherine Pierce (The Vampire Diaries) Vs. Monika (Doki Doki Literature Club)

Lumine (Genshin Impact) Vs. Korra (The Legend of Korra)

Bulma (Dragon Ball) Vs. Siobhan Roy (Succession)

Lady Macbeth (Macbeth) Vs. Alice (Zero Escape: Virtue’s Last Reward)

Susie (deltarune) Vs. Kim Wexler (Better Call Saul)

Fairy Godmother (Shrek 2) Vs. Kanaya Maryam (Homestuck)

Rumi Usagiyama (My Hero Academia) Vs. Jess Valenzuela (National Treasure: Edge of History)

Lauren Mallard (Welcome to Night Vale) Vs. Hitori Gotoh (Bocchi the Rock!)

Bayonetta (Bayonetta) Vs. Erza Scarlett (Fairy Tail)

Azula (Avatar: The Last Airbender) Vs. Banica Conchita (The Evillious Chronicles)

Frye (Splatoon 3) Vs. Piper McLean (Heroes of Olympus)

Ann Takamaki (Persona 5) Vs. Haru Okumura (Persona 5)

GLaDOS (Portal) Vs. Princess Leia (Star Wars)

Kyoko Sakura (Mahou Shoujo Madoka★Magica) Vs. Poison (Street Fighter)

Beidou (Genshin Impact) Vs. Gertrude Robinson (The Magnus Archives)

Clawdeen Wolf (Monster High) Vs. Chiemi Serizawa (Raging Loop)

Alcina Dimitrescu (Resident Evil) Vs. Lois Lane (DC)

Miss Piggy (The Muppets) Vs. Starlight Glimmer (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)

Lord Dominator (Wander Over Yonder) Vs. Homura Akemi (Mahou Shoujo Madoka★Magica)

Aradia Megido (Homestuck) Vs. Maika Halfwolf (Monstress)

Dahlia Hawthorne (Ace Attorney) Vs. Shiva (Final Fantasy)

Lucina (Fire Emblem) Vs. Jade Claymore (Willow)

Makima (Chainsaw Man) Vs. Marie (Splatoon)

Loona (Helluva Boss) Vs. Toph Beifong (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

SIDE TWO

Hatsune Miku (Vocaloid) Vs. Misa Amane (Death Note)

Opal Koboi (Artemis Fowl) Vs. Solar Flare (Plants vs. Zombies)

Mia Fey (Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney) Vs. Fleabag (Fleabag)

Adagio Dazzle (My Little Pony: Equestria Girls – Rainbow Rocks) Vs. Agent 3 (Splatoon)

Yashiro Uzuki (The World Ends With You) Vs. Isabelle (Animal Crossing: New Leaf)

Panty Anarchy (Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt) Vs. Tabitha Chrysanthemum Scarlet (Scarlet Hollow)

Rosemaster (Cucumber Quest) Vs. Astrid Hofferson (How To Train Your Dragon)

Athena Cykes (Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney - Dual Destinies) Vs. Lucifer (Helltaker)

Rapunzel (Tangled) Vs. Alana Bloom (Hannibal)

Nami (One Piece) Vs. Yukina Minato (BanG Dream!)

Nadja (What We Do in the Shadows) Vs. Kathryn Janeway (Star Trek)

Bridget (Guilty Gear) Vs. Liezel (Papa Louie)

Vriska Serket (Homestuck) Vs. Fish Mooney (Gotham)

Nina Cortex (Crash Bandicoot) Vs. Yosano Akiko (Bungo Stray Dogs)

Celestia Ludenberg (Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc) Vs. Chloé Bourgeois (Miraculous Ladybug)

Tsunade (Naruto) Vs. Helen Richardson (The Magnus Archives)

Akane Kurushiki (Zero Escape: 9 Hours 9 Persons 9 Doors) Vs. Violet Muller (Court of Darkness)

Mikasa Ackerman (Attack on Titan) Vs. Clementine (Stray)

Nancy Wheeler (Stranger Things) Vs. Katelyn (Aphmau)

Annabeth Chase (Heroes of Olympus) Vs. Test Tube (Inanimate Insanity)

Tifa Lockheart (Final Fantasy VII) Vs. Jinx (League of Legends)

Jude Duarte (The Folk of the Air) Vs. Lotus (Zero Escape: 9 Hours 9 Persons 9 Doors)

Yang Xiao Long (RWBY) Vs. Dark Noël (Shadows Over Loathing)

Her Imperious Condescension (Homestuck) Vs. Kitty Softpaws (Puss and Boots)

Boss (AI: The Somnium Files) Vs. Nathalie Sancoeur (Miraculous Ladybug)

Coco Adel (RWBY) Vs. Mary Katherine Blackwood (We Have Always Lived in the Castle)

Harumi (Ninjago) Vs. Tina Templeton (The Boss Baby: Family Business)

Nya (NInjago) Vs. Lady with an Ermine (Leonardo da Vinci)

Edalyn Clawthorne (The Owl House) Vs. Leslie Barbara Knope (Parks and Recreation)

Kanon Tachibana (NEO: The World Ends With You) Vs. Darling Charming (Ever After High)

Pearl (Splatoon 2) Vs. Amelia (The Amelia Project)

Mira (Zero Escape: Zero Time Dilemma) Vs. Carmelita Montoya Fox (Sly Cooper)

Hollyberry Cookie (Cookie Run) Vs. Vex’ahlia (Critical Role)

Yumeko Jabami (Kakegurui) Vs. Queen (Chess)

Lup (The Adventure Zone) Vs. Moonshine Cybin (Not Another D&D Podcast)

Taiga Aisaka (Toradora!) Vs. Sweetheart (OMORI)

Sister Beatrice (Warrior Nun) Vs. Millie (Helluva Boss)

Katara (Avatar: The Last Airbender) Vs. Kyoko Kirigiri (Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc)

Samus Aran (Metroid) Vs. Amelia Hughes (Infinity Train)

Mari Ohara (Love Live!) Vs. Clover (Zero Escape: 9 Hours 9 Persons 9 Doors)

Pomegranate Cookie (Cookie Run) Vs. Jessie (Pokémon)

Fiona (Shrek) Vs. Asuka Langley Soryu (Neon Genesis Evangelion)

Dana Cardinal (Welcome to Night Vale) Vs. Zakuro Fujiwara (Tokyo Mew Mew)

Aqua (Kingdom Hearts: Birth By Sleep) Vs. Rose Lalonde (Homestuck)

Nadia Vulvokov (Russian Doll) Vs. Tron Bonne (Megaman)

Lucille Sharpe (Crimson Peak) Vs. Ocean O'Connell Rosenberg (Ride the Cyclone)

Statue of Liberty (USA) Vs. Undyne (UNDERTALE)

Ryūko Matoi (Kill la Kill) Vs. Bea Bottom (Something Rotten)

Mari (OMORI) Vs. Petra (Minecraft: Story Mode)

The Manger (The Hotel) Vs. Rosalina (Super Mario Galaxy)

Mamimi Samejima (FLCL) Vs. Weiss Schnee (RWBY)

Miriam Maisel (The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel) Vs. Elizabert Megafig (Bugsnax)

Cleo de Nile (Monster High) Vs. Green Shadow (Plants vs. Zombies)

Quinn (Papa Louie) Vs. Skylor Chen (Ninjago)

Barbie (Barbie) Vs. Shiver (Splatoon 3)

Cynthia (Pokémon) Vs. Kaede Akamatsu (Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony)

[confuchan]

Seventeen Recs (updated: dec. 2, 2022)

Warnings usually left by authors at beginning of each

My warnings just in case (I hope these make sense): ⤵

♨ - contains nsfw in story         🔞 - just nsfw

💖 - my faves   (Some fave writers tagged at bottom also)

Series (Multi-part fics) / OT13 Masterlists

My Heart By Your Side Forever - Masterlist💖 ~ soulmate au, OT13

And The Universe Said, - Masterlist ~ soulmate au, OT13

Under The Sun - Masterlist ~ darl+ing inspired au, OT13(?)

Spookteen Halloween Collab Masterlist

SVT Hub Camboys Collab Masterlists: Hyung Line, Maknae Line ~ (Some are also linked separately below) 💖

A Thousand Starlights - Masterlist

S. Coups

Boundaries of Fate: Ch.1♨, BOF: Ch.2 (feat. Dino) ~ historical au

Push It Down (sooner or later it all comes out)♨, Part 2🔞, Part 3♨, Part 4 (♨?), Part 5💖 ~ camboy au (Part of SVT Hub Collab)

Terrifyingly Innocent - Masterlist💖 ~ brother’s best friend au, college au

Hoshi

Love Hard - Masterlist ~ text au, college au

A Tiger’s Dominion [1]🔞, Part [2] ~ camboy au, college au, bestfriends/idiots au (Part of SVT Hub Collab)

Mingyu

My Daisy - Masterlist💖 ~ single dad!mingyu

Sweet Night - Masterlist ~ business au

Vernon

Two Minus One - Masterlist💖 ~ sm au (has spin-off: You May Not Kiss The Bride)

Dino

Retracing Steps🔞, RS: Alt ending+bonus♨ 💖

And They Were Roommates🔞, Part 2♨, Part 3♨ 💖 ~ camboy au (Part of SVT Hub Collab)

Fics (5k+ words)

Joshua

Plus One♨ ~ 10.3k

Mingyu

Love Me Out Loud ~ 14.6k

It’s All Fun And Games♨💖 ~ 8.6k

Dino

Pansy💖 ~ 7.4k, childhood friends au, brother’s best friend au

Scored!💖 ~ 12.4k, college au

Ten Dates: Unmatched♨💖 ~ 17.9k

Bitchless♨💖 ~ 7.2k, roommate au

Oneshots (1k-5k words)

S. Coups

Remind Me💖 ~ 2.7k

Fatherly Instincts♨ ~ 2.7k

Wonwoo

Your Games Suck🔞 ~ 2.7k+

Apple Cider🔞 ~ 2.2k

Woozi

-ˋˏliveˎˊ-💖 ~ 1.24k

Mingyu

The Perils of Apartment Living🔞 ~ 2.8k

Do I Want to Hit You or Do I Just Want You?🔞💖 ~ 3.9k, e2L au

Dino

Strawberry Shortcake💖 ~ 3.4k

Worth A Shot ~ 1k+

You May (Not) Kiss the Bride💖 ~ 1.1k (spin-off of Two Minus One sm au)

Ride🔞💖 ~ 1.2k

Alien Remnants in Society: Lee Jung Chan Findings💖 ~ 2.7k (Part of Spookteen Collab)

That Shirt🔞 ~ 1.9k

Down in the Valley🔞 ~ 1.2k

Act of Service🔞💖 ~ 1.1k

i love you the mostie🔞💖 ~ 2.5k

now that i’ve got a taste🔞 ~ 1.3k

Concealed Zippers🔞💖 ~ 3.4k

Blue (feat. DK)🔞 ~ 1k+

Drabbles (under 1k words)

S. Coups

(reaction to jealousy drabble) ~ 355

(stranger S. Coups hookup drabble)💖 ~ 495

Hoshi

My Things and Yours💖 ~ 850

Mingyu

Corn-y ~ 765

Still Tired?🔞 ~ 500

[16:37]💖 ~ 330

(app controlled vibrator Mingyu makeout)🔞💖 ~ 365

Dino

Paris in the Rain ~ 380

Dino Day💖 ~ 432

6:16💖 ~ 150

(camboy blurb)🔞 ~ 420

Texture🔞 ~ 800

Gym w/ Hoshi🔞 ~ ??? words

Reactions / Scenarios / Misc.

Overheated drabble🔞 ~ Dino

Top 3 members to lose your virginity to & why ~ Joshua, Hoshi, Dino

Love is in the little things ~ perf. unit💖

Sweaty Makeout Seshes ~ perf. unit💖

Making Out ~ hip hop unit

Kisses With Seventeen ~ perf. unit

Pickup Lines ~ maknae line

Incorrect Quote (DN & SK)

Incorrect Quote (MG & MH)

Incorrect Quote (VN & SC)💖

Reaction - S/O Performs Their Part in Their Song ~ perf. unit

Headcanon - Bubble Bath With S/O ~ perf. unit

Tinder Bios ~ hyung line

Mingyu as First Time Dad💖

Seventeen First Dates💖

What would drunk sex w/ SVT be like (♨?)

SVT - How members tease to rile their S/O up

SVT Reaction - His Innocent S/O Reading Smut of Him

SVT Reaction - S/O Having Thick Thighs

SVT Reaction - Dirty Minded S/O

SVT - MTL to get so emotionally overwhelmed during sex that they accidentally say "I love you"

SVT - MTL to leave hickies all over your thighs

SVT - Who has game & Who is bitchless💖

SVT - nicknames for S/O

SVT as Dads💖

SVT Dumb Shower Habits💖

SVT as Bottoms (🔞?)

I also wanted to tag some of my favorite writers that have written some of the things in this list or that I’ll add things from later. Definitely check them all out, as well as all the other writes behind these works.

@bitchlessdino @huiranghaes @dontflailmenow @twogyuu @milfgyuu @onlymingyus @sluttywonwoo​ @sluttyminghao @venerex @fallinwoozi @rubyreduji @thepixelelf @februaryflowers​ @wooahaes​ @multi-kpop-fanfics

#svt fic #svt smut #seventeen fic #seventeen smut #svt #seventeen #seventeen dino #seventeen chan #lee chan #lee dino

[alexagirlie]

We Daren't Go A-Hunting for Fear of Little Men - Chapter One

(Masterlist)

Fandom: Dune

Ship: Paul x OMC, Paul x Duncan

Summary: There were 48 000 gods in their mythologies and not one appeared to him except for HER. She was beautiful, even under the blood and gore which coated her from head to foot. Her skin was as white as freshly fallen snow, her hair soft and silver like starlight spun to thread.

Warnings: Magic au. Fantasy au. Battle. Injury. Blood. Near death experience. Old Gods.

Taglist: @succnfuccubus

There were 48 000 gods in their mythology, Goddesses to watch over lovers who had been lost at sea, to temper the waves and guide sailors home. Gods whose job it was to water the earth with their blood, making it fertile. Gods who pulled life from that fertile land and made the flowers bloom in the spring. Gods and Goddesses of war, death and destruction that lead the dead to the promised land. To lead a fallen soldier to rest and peace.

Every little facet of living life had a patron god for humanity to kneel at the foot of and pray pray pray. And yet…. And yet…

There were 48 000 gods in their mythology and Duncan was praying to every single one. Praying to DANDRA for courage, praying to AILA for strength, praying to NURAND for the will to stand and continue fighting. To ignore the wound in his gut and his life seeping away drip by bloody drip. To let him fulfill his honoured duty to House Atreides, to his Duke and to the boy turned young man who he was most loyal to.

There were 48 000 gods in their mythology and Duncan called upon every one known to share their blessings with those who know death is calling. Dying from a thousand cuts, dying from bright red blood spilt on cold stone, dying from a sword to the core. God whose symbols have been worn by warring tribes for centuries. Through sweeping victories and devastating defeats, cultures and societies waxing and waning. Whose symbols he himself wears, drawn on armour in white chalk. 

There were 48 000 gods in their mythologies and not one appeared to him until the very end. Duncan was laying on the cold, wet stone, rain falling warm on his face. He could no longer find the will to stand and fight, his body depleted and weak. He only hoped that he had done enough to protect those he swore to protect. That the House of Atreides would prove victorious in this battle.

There were 48 000 gods in their mythologies and not one appeared to him except for HER. She was beautiful, even under the blood and gore which coated her from head to foot. Her skin was as white as freshly fallen snow, her hair soft and silver like starlight spun to thread. SCATHACH was a Goddess of Death, one who only appeared to those fallen in battle and ready to breathe their last. So Duncan knew his time was up and he was ready for her hand in his, leading the way.

Laying on the wet stone Duncan's eyes fell closed, he had seen the face of the goddess of death and he had made peace with the thought. The world was fading away, the pain in his side, the rain falling on his face, all that remained was the memory of Paul. The memory of his boy, laughing and vibrant and alive. Duncan hoped that his efforts had turned the tide of the battle and the Atreides forces would come out the victor.

Suddenly he heard a voice call for him in the darkness.

“DUNCAN!"

The voice was familiar and otherworldly, pulling him back from the brink. It was full of anguish but underneath was an edge of determination, as strong as steel. He felt hands on his face, burning hot against his ice cold skin. Duncan forced his eyes open, his eyelids felt like lead, but he needed to see, need to know. He saw again the shining face of SCATHACH, before she faded away and in her stead there was Paul, his Paul.

Paul's black curls were soaking wet and clinging to his face and neck in messy clumps. There was a cut along his hairline and a line of blood was dripping down the side of his face, the red stark against his pale skin. Duncan couldn't help but think the colour really brought out the green in his eyes, making them glow like veridian. The chalk glyphs on his armour were only the faintest of smudged lines, their power and protections faded.

'STAY AWAKE' the command was dripping with power, with the weirding magiks of The Voice. 'LIVE'

So Duncan had no choice, his boy, the lord of his heart had commanded it and so it was to be. He found the strength to hold on while the healers arrived. While they patched him up enough to transport him back to the castle. Paul refused to leave his side the whole time, face wrecked with barely disguised pain and line with exhaustion. 

Duncan lost consciousness as they were settling him in the infirmary but it was the sleep of healing not death. While he slept he dreamt of Paul. Of when he had first come to work for the House of Atreides, when Paul was barely a teen. Voice cracking and all awkward limbs. He dreamt of the first time Paul won a match against one of his instructors, his joy and laughter ringing through the halls. 

He dreamt of Paul, at a Gala hosted by the House a few months back, of the beautiful tunic his mother had commissioned for him to wear. He had stolen the gaze of everyone present, Duncan included. Although he had tried to deny it, to keep his thoughts and feelings towards the young princeling pure. He failed.

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#kirstin's chronicles #dune #dune fanfiction #dune fanfic #WDGAH #magic au #fantasy au #paul x oc #paul x omc #paul x duncan #atreidaho #m/m

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𓅨 As Dawn Breaks: Chapter Seven

As Dawn Breaks: Mother Night and Father Time, after having sired seven Endless to personify life in the known universe, create Earth and human life begins. One last Endless is created: Dawn, the personification of illumination and hope, the beginning of a new day and a chance for happiness and improvement. A love will span thousands of millennia, breaking with every sunrise and renewing hope come sunset. Yet, even the personification of hope can lose the very notion of her existence from the sting of a broken heart.

Warnings: Reader Speaks in Riddles (Annoying Desire).

To Note: Dream/Morpheus x Endless!FemaleReader(Dawn), This Involves Themes That Are Not For Everyone.

Word Count: ~2.0k

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You were stretched out in a bed of soft leaves, Morpheus next to you cradling your body, as you both stared up at the night sky of your realm. You both had made love repeatedly until Morpheus cut you off in favor of cradling your body. As chivalrous as he was in trying not treat you like a delicate flower that might wilt at the first sign of trouble… he had put an end to your coupling for fear of injuring you. You were stronger than that, vastly stronger actually. Hardly breakable, your power could rival even Morpheus’s. But he insisted and who were you to deny the Endless his wishes to hold your body within his arms?

Besides, it felt quite nice. The stars glimmering overhead this night were bright and iridescent, the crickets sang their summer tune, and the fireflies glowed periodically through the air.

Rotating your head to the left, you looked at Morpheus’s face while your fingers played with the hand gently resting on your stomach. You loved staring at his face. Morpheus had beautiful cheekbones, long eyelashes that framed his gorgeous starlit eyes, and obsidian hair that was the darkest of blacks you had ever seen. Mother Night and Father Time had done an exquisite job molding him from the nebulas of space. Drawing from the brightest novas and the darkest of black holes, Dream of the Endless was the star that guided hopes and illuminated dreams.

“You’re staring,” Morpheus murmured, keeping his eyes closed but shifting the arm that cradled you to his side, that hand teased the skin of your hip, imprinting his touch. You hummed in agreement and traced your fingers across his chest until silver blue eyes opened and met yours.

“Unabashedly, my Dream,” You responded huskily, your vocal cords well used this night. “Or am I not allowed to appreciate my guiding star?” A midnight eyebrow rose in amusement.

“I doubt that you of all beings need a guiding star,” He returned, noticing the way the moonlight illuminated your skin and the starlight made your eyes glow. “If anything, it is hope that guides, not dreams.” You went to counter his words when a few almond blossoms fluttered down onto your bodies. Morpheus pulled one from your hair.

“Ah, apologies,” You whispered, clearing the petals that had fallen onto his chest and hair. “The almond trees are nearing their fruiting cycle.” As you explained that, something hit your forehead. You blinked in surprise and Morpheus frowned slightly. He reached for your hair and pulled a green fruit from your locks. “…like that one… but its a little early I should think.”

“You have many almond trees in this particular garden,” Morpheus noted, twirling the stone fruit between his long fingers. You propped yourself up onto your elbow and and smiled.

“I happen to be partial to them.” You admitted, your mouth watering at the thought of eating the fresh fruit. Morpheus could see how much you adored the stone fruit and your lips looked far too tempting not to feed you one. So tearing a part of the flesh from the center of the fruit, Morpheus lifted it to your lips. Your surprise only lasted for a few seconds before you parted your lips and let him feed you the little piece of fruit. You closed your eyes and softly moaned, relishing the gentle taste of the fresh fruit.

“I think you are more than partial, my Hope,” Morpheus’s commented, his fingertips lingering on your chin. Your eyes flickered back open and you felt your cheeks burn. Morpheus chuckled and gave your chin once last brush with his thumb before feeding you the next piece. You happily accepted.

“You know I can feed myself,” You whispered softly, lavishing in the gentle touches of your lover. Morpheus hummed in return, this time tracing the soft lines of your lips with envy.

“But why should I deprive myself of the honor?” He countered suavely, enjoying every moment he had to lavish you the way he wished he could every moment of his Endless life. He could feel the way heat gathered beneath your skin, feel the way your essence all but purred at the idea of being taken care of by it’s mystical partner. When all that remained was the heart of the fruit, you paused at his offering. Morpheus raised an eyebrow.

“Will you not have a taste, my Dream?” You spoke against the last piece of the fallen fruit. “Surely you do not mean to have me be the greedy one.” Morpheus’s lips twitched.

“I shall have my taste after you’ve finished the fruits of your labor, my love.” Morpheus spoke, his fingertips delicately coaxing your lips open to accept the last bit of the almond fruit. You moaned as you took it, your tongue catching his fingertips. While you consumed the last morsel of the almond trees offering, Morpheus ran his fingertips along the edge of your lips. He was envious of the fruit making such serendipitous noises from you. Upon seeing your eyes looking back into his, Morpheus raised his eyes brow once more and stroked your jaw. “And how was it?”

“Tart,” You breathed out, your eyes staring into Morpheus’s eyes with a rather naughty look. You licked your lower lip. “You really missed out, you know.”

“Have I?” Morpheus countered, his lips twitching into a smirk shortly before he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. At firsts lips traced the delicate softness of your lower lip, tongue flicking across the sensitive flesh to taste any lingering flavor from the fruit. You shuddered out a small breath and parted your lips for more than just teases. Morpheus gave you what you wanted. He swept into your mouth, kissing you slowly with a coaxing tongue that pulled yours in for a dance. You had been right, the fruit did taste tart, but your natural sweetness tamed the puckering sourness. You were quickly feeling warm all over again, the lips tugging on yours filling you with blissfulness. Morpheus gave your lips one last, lingering kiss before pressing his forehead against yours. “Our time is coming to an end, my Hope.”

You nodded in reluctant agreement, your hand reaching up to brush over his strong jaw. Your night of passion had to come to an end, regardless of how you and Morpheus felt about it. Morpheus nuzzled your face, holding you tight.

“Close your eyes, my love, I shall stay with you until you fall into dreams.” Morpheus promised, his lips fluttering across your cheeks. You had no need to sleep, but had fallen into the habit to feel closer to Morpheus. Walking among the dreamers filled the hole in your being, so as Morpheus stroked your hair and ran his fingers along your back, you drifted off to a peaceful sleep.

Pleased that you were locked in a blissful dream, Morpheus gathered you in his arms and lifted you free from the nest you and he had occupied during your time together. As he carried your sleeping body back you your private chambers, he redressed himself and you, watching as gossamer fabric slid across your marked skin and covered your beautiful body from his eyes. Placing you gently on your bed of feathers and vines, Morpheus watched as the plants in your room conformed around your body, cradling your body as if you were a newborn. He stayed in your room, tenderly observing  you in peaceful sleep for as long as he dared. It wasn’t long enough. It never was. It never would be. Bending over you, he pressed his lips against your forehead and stroked your hair once last time.

“Sweet dreams, my Hope.”

You were helping one of the villages weave reed baskets for the harvest season. The crops had done unusually well this year and with the current stock, it was going to take far too long to harvest all of the rice paddies without extra hands… and with extra hands meant a need for extra baskets. Your fingers worked quickly as you hummed along with the dryads. As you tied off the end of the strands you had just finished, you felt a ripple of energy as someone entered your realm.

“Apologies, ladies,” You spoke out, drawing back from the basket in front of you. “I have a guest I must attend to.” The dryads dipped their heads to you while you rose to your feet and concentrated on traveling to the guest gardens. Appearing in a swirl of petals and stardust, you padded forward to see Desire brushing their fingers through one of your nepeta cataria plants. They were all but nuzzling the little leaves and blooms. Lips twitching into a smile, you stepped forwards. “Welcome, Desire.”

Golden eyes opened and shifted to yours, and their lips stretched into a wide side. You received a flash of white teeth.

“Hello dearest sister-mine,” They purred, golden eyes glittering mischievously. Your arched your eyebrow and inclined your head.

“To what do I owe this visit, dear Desire?” You softly questions, knowing that they of all the Endless certainly acted on whims, but they didn’t do something such as visiting another Endless’s realm on such as whimsical decision. They were always scheming something to occupy their time, to entertain their devious creation.

“What? Am I not allowed to visit my beloved baby sister?” Desire cooed, faking a look of hurt. Your eyebrow rose higher.

“I am not your sister. I am a counterpart in the entity of personas designed to represent the most powerful natural forces. Now tell me, are you here for a social call, or to stoke the burning star?” You queried, lips twitching and eyes wiser than your age.

“Oh you always take the fun away, Dawn.” They sighed dramatically, placing their perfectly manicured fingers on their expanse of bare chest.

“My sincerest apologies,” You replied, not the least apologetic for your words. You gestured to a nearby cobbled walkway. “Shall we walk?” Desire’s eyebrows cocked momentarily and they happily joined your side in walking down the path. Your feet took you on an automatic path, one that you knew Desire would appreciate given their likes. “Speak what you design, Desire.”

“A little bird told me that our beloved Dream has been spending more time here in your gardens.” Desire answered, unapologetically going right in for the kill. You expected nothing less from them.

“Hopes and dreams intertwine on a cosmic scale,” You explained, running your fingers along a wall of towering silver vine. The little white blooms stroked your palm and fingers, eager for attention. “We are nothing without each other and through separation there is emptiness. Surely by now you understand that in the vastness of space we are carried by each other through the star and moon dust of our creators.”

“An entirely serious and cerebral answer from you, naturally,” Desire sighed out. “But surely even you feel your own wants, your own desires. Not even you are above such tempt of dreams.” You eyed Desire who was clearly fishing out a confirmation of your intimacies with Morpheus. “Or are you going to let the darkness swallow you up all for the sake of duty?” You let out a small chuckle.

“I will always love the light for it showers me in its divine creation and coaxes life from soil.” You answered, thinking about your words carefully. “But not all beauty blossoms from the glare of a sun, some prefer the gentle caress of darkness.” Desire chuckled and rolled their eyes at you.

“You speak in riddles, sister mine… I think Dream has rubbed off on you,” Their eyes sparkled more and eyed your appearance. “Or rubbed on you in other places…” You didn’t take their bait, knowing exactly what they were insinuating. Desire was mischievous and devious, but entirely predictable.

“The moon only glows when kissed by the sun.” At your simple reply, Desire rolled their eyes and slipped their arm through yours.

“Well then, if you wish to continue to speak in bore, you might as well show me something of yours that will keep my attention while you prattle.” Your lips twitched in triumph as you began to lead the older Endless to the garden of catnip. Surely then, they would be much to distracted to think of questioning you on your relations with Morpheus.

Date Published: 2/6/23

Last Edit: 2/6/23

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[calicostorms]

My (new) full redacted playlist masterlist!

D.A.M.N. characters:

Freelancer

Redefining circumstances [Gavin x Freelancer]

D.A.M.N. we fell in love [Gavin x Freelancer x Lasko x Damien]

Deep breathes [Lasko]

Raise hell [Damien]

Be something more [Huxley]

Wolf pack & Vampire Clan:

At my side [David x Angel]

I got you [Asher x Babe]

Wild side [Milo x Sweetheart]

Sparks fly [Vincent x Lovely]

It comes easy [Sam x Darlin]

Unempowered:

Safety [Geordi x Cutie]

High Expectations [Aaron x Smartass]

Sweet, easy and slow [Ollie x Listener]

Cream in your coffee [Guy x Honey]

You deserve me [Vega influenced Ivan x Baby 2.0]

A thousand miles [Non-influenced Ivan/Flyboi x baby]

Other D(a)emons:

Never be alone [Regulus x listener]

Temptation [Vega] 

I still love you [Avior x Starlight]

relaxation station [Camelopardalis]

Misc:

Man of your dreams [Elliott x Sunshine]

Over the line [Project Meridian]  

Unknown Variables [Morgan x Seer listener]

Street racing au:

blowing gavin in the backseat

street racing with damien

smoking with huxley after a race

fucking lasko over his desk

making out in kody’s backseat

riding motorcycles with david

teasing asher at a race

giving milo roadhead

bondage in the backseat [Vega-influenced Ivan x Baby]

cat and mouse [Vega x Warden]

cool it, cowboy [Sam x Darlin]

#redacted asmr #calicos tunes #not tagging every character bc tht is too much god bless #redacted aaron #redacted guy #redacted camelopardalis #redacted street racing au #mdni

[yourdreamsyourwish-2]

This series are works of fanfiction inspired by Taylor Swift Songs. It is written in collaboration with @mingigoo

I will be writing for EXO and she will be writing for Ateez. Collages were made by the lovely & Talented @mingigoo;

I hope you enjoy this collaboration!

-Wishes

P.S. I have listed all the tracks for every album. Underneath will be links to both my Works and Her works.

Taylor Swift Debut - Coming Soon

Track #1: Tim McGraw

Track #2: Picture To Burn

Track #3: Teardrops on My Guitar

Track #4: A Place in This World

Track #5: Cold As You

Track #6: The Outside

Track #7: Tied Together with a Smile

Track #8: Stay Beautiful

Track #9: Should've Said No

Track #10: Mary's Song (Oh My My My)

Track #11: Our Song

Track #12: I Heart ?

Track #13: I'm Only Me When I'm with You

Track #14: Invisible

Track #15: A Perfectly Good Heart

Track #1: Fearless

Track #2: Fifteen

Track #3: Love Story - Coming Soon [Jongin]

Track #4: Hey Stephen

Track #5: White Horse

Track #6: You Belong With Me

Track #7: Breathe

Track #8: Tell Me Why

Track #9: You're Not Sorry

Track #10: The Way I Loved You

Track #11: Forever & Always

Track #12: The Best Day

Track #13: Change

Track #14: Jump Then Fall

Track #15: Untouchable

Track #16: Come in With the Rain

Track #17: Superstar

Track #18: The Other Side of the Door

Track #19: Today Was a Fairytale

Track #20: You All Over Me

Track #21: Mr. Perfectly Fine

Track #22: We Were Happy

Track #23: That's When

Track #24: Don't You

Track #25: Bye Bye Baby

Track #1: Mine

Track #2: Sparks Fly

Track #3: Back to December

Track #4: Speak Now

Track #5: Dear John

Track #6: Mean

Track #7: The Story of Us

Track #8: Never Grow Up

Track #9: Enchanted - Coming Soon [Minseok]

Track #10: Better Than Revenge

Track #11: Innocent

Track #12: Haunted

Track #13: Last Kiss

Track #14: Long Live

Track #15: Ours

Track #16: If This was a Movie

Track #17: Superman

Track #1: State of Grace

Track #2: Red

Track #3: Treacherous

Track #4: I Knew You Were Trouble

Track #5: All Too Well

Track #6: 22

Track #7: I Almost Do

Track #8: We Are Never Getting Back Together

Track #9: Stay Stay Stay

Track #10: the Last Time

Track #11: Holy Ground

Track #12: Sad Beautiful Tragic

Track #13: The Lucky One

Track #14: Everything Has Changed - Coming Soon [Chanyeol]

Track #15: Starlight

Track #16: Begin Again

Track #17: The Moment I Knew

Track #18: Come Back..be Here

Track #19: Girl at Home

Track #20: Ronan

Track #21: Better Man

Track #22: Nothing New

Track #23: Babe

Track #24: Message in a Bottle

Track #25: I Bet You Think About Me

Track #26: Forever Winter

Track #27: Run

Track #28: The Very First Night

Track #1: Welcome to New York

Track #2: Blank Space

Track #3: Style

Track #4: Out of the Woods

Track #5: All You Had to Do was Stay

Track #6: Shake it Off

Track #7: I Wish You Would

Track #8: Bad Blood

Track #9: Wildest Dreams

Track #10: How You Get the Girl

Track #11: This Love

Track #12: I Know Places

Track #13: Clean

Track #14: Wonderland

Track #15: You Are in Love - Coming Soon [Junmyeon]

Track #16: New Romantics

Track #1: ...Ready For it?

Track #2: End Game

Track #3: I Did Something bad

Track #4: Don't Blame Me

Track #5: Delicate

Track #6: Look What You Made Me Do

Track #7: So It Goes...

Track #8: Gorgeous - Coming Soon [Sehun]

Track #9: Getaway Car

Track #10: King of My Heart

Track #11: Dancing with Our Hands Tied

Track #12: Dress

Track #13: This is Why We Can't Have Nice Things

Track #14: Call It What You Want

Track #15: New Year's Day

Track #1: I Forgot You Existed

Track #2: Cruel Summer

Track #3: Lover

Track #4: The Man

Track #5: The Archer

Track #6: I Think he Knows

Track #7: Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince

Track #8: Paper Rings

Track #9: Cornelia Street

Track #10: Death by a Thousand Cuts

Track #11: London Boy

Track #12: Soon You'll Get Better

Track #13: False God

Track #14: You Need to Calm Down

Track #15: Afterglow - Coming Soon [Baekhyun]

Track #16: Me!

Track #17: It's Nice to Have a Friend

Track #18: Daylight

Track #19: All of the Girls You Loved Before

Track #1: The 1

Track #2: Cardigan

Track #3: The Last Great American Dynasty

Track #4: Exile

Track #5: My Tears Ricochet

Track #6: Mirrorball

Track #7: Seven

Track #8: August

Track #9: This is Me Trying - I Just Wanted You To Know ||

Word Count: 1,840  Yixing dealing with the loss of a child.   This is told in Yixing’s POV. I thought it fit well with the story. Trigger Warning: Depression, Alcoholism, Grief and Child Death (Talking about it).

Track #10: Illicit Affairs

Track #11: Invisible String

Track #12: Mad Woman

Track #13: Epiphany

Track #14: Betty

Track #15: Peace

Track #16: Hoax

Track #17: The Lakes

Track #1: Willow

Track #2: Champagne Problems

Track #3: Gold Rush

Track #4: Tis the Damn Season

Track #5: Tolerate It

Track #6: No Body, No Crime

Track #7: Happiness

Track #8: Dorothea

Track #9: Coney Island

Track #10: Ivy

Track #11: Cowboy Like Me

Track #12: Long Story Short - Coming Soon [Jongdae]

Track #13: Marjorie

Track #14: Closure

Track #15: Evermore

Track #16: Right Where You left Me

Track #17: It's Time To Go

Track #1: Lavender Haze

Track #2: Maroon

Track #3: Anti-Hero

Track #4: Snow on the Beach

Track #5: You're on Your Own Kid

Track #6: Midnight Rain

Track #7: Question...?

Track #8: Vigilante Shit

Track #9: Bejeweled

Track #10: Labyrinth

Track #11: Karma

Track #12: Sweet Nothing

Track #13: Mastermind - Coming Soon [Kyungsoo]

Track #14: The Great War

Track #15: Bigger Than the Whole Sky

Track #16: Paris

Track#17: High Infidelity

Track #18: Glitch

Track #19: Would've, Could've, Should've

Track #20: Dear Reader

Track #21: Hits Different

My Masterlist

@mingigoo Masterlist

#Swift classics #Exo #Ateez #Masterlist #Joint Series #Fanfiction #exo fanfic #ateez fanfic

[heliads]

Hello! I love your stories! Could i request a Peter Parker [T.A.S.M] x reader with the prompts number 12, 23, 27? Thank you so much if you do this 💕💕

thank you! tasm peter parker my beloved

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It is midnight in the city, and while it never sleeps, you don’t either.

It is midnight in the city, and you are up on the roof of some building too grand and too glorious for you to enter by foot. No self respecting doorman would ever let you in, but while you wear a mask and risk your life to keep it clean of thieves and crooks, they’ll let you rest on the top of it for now. Up here, you can tell things that you couldn’t see from the streets, like the fact that its newly bought, far too expensive roofing tiles are just a little crooked.

You don’t know that anyone else could see it were they not up here with you. It is good, then, that you have an audience. One more masked vigilante, one more sinner up here playacting at being a saint. You don’t know why either of you feel the need to protect this city, except perhaps the fact that it failed to protect you before you stopped being ordinary, and thus someone must account for it.

The wind whips at your face, sending ribbons of ice snaking up and down your spine. At some point, you stopped being afraid of security cameras picking up your expressions when you take off your mask while still in uniform. 

Someone could be watching you now, reveling in the fact that they now know the key to New York’s favorite superheroes. Perhaps they’ll tell everyone they know, or better yet, harbor that secret and carry it with them to their graves. Perhaps you’ll hasten them to that fate if you slip up and fail to win every battle against every villain here.

A hand raises by your side, cradling your face gently. The touch blocks off a bit of the wind, although it isn’t the only reason you feel a rush of warmth circulating your system. There are few people who could claim to truly know Spider-Man, fewer still who have seen him without a mask and without a care in the world. 

You are one of this lucky company. You met the web slinger a few months ago. It is true what they say, then, that deeds done by moonlight can tie two people together more than anything else. You spoke to Spider-Man one starry night, and now you could not be rid of him if you tried.

He’s taken his mask off too now, and you can see the way the wind whips at his hair. It bites a little back at his smile, making the expression all the more special now that he has to fight for it.

“What’s on your mind?” Peter Parker asks. His voice takes its time in getting to you, slipping between night breezes and beams of starlight until it finally reaches your ears.

You consider the question. “Nothing much.”

In truth, nothing at all. This would be the first time in what could be years that you’ve been host to such a wonderful fate. At any other time, you’d swear to be torn into a thousand different pieces as you try to address every single part of your life that needs healing. 

There are test scores to be obsessed over, relationships to break and mend by turn, crimes to stop, and apocalypses to avoid. You knew life would never be easy when you received your inhuman abilities and put on a mask, but oh, if you haven’t proven yourself far more right than you ever imagined.

Peter knows this as well as you do, and he smiles slightly, tilting his head back to let the cool air rush over him. “Do you ever wonder what it would be like to leave all of this behind? We could book a ticket on a plane, get so far away that they’d never find us again. No one trying to hunt us down. No one saying that we’re monsters.”

Your eyes flicker shut for a second as you picture it. An apartment on a road whose name you can’t pronounce because you don’t know it yet. Suitcases clutched in hands, half unpacked by the first night. Peering through the window together at a view utterly unfamiliar to you, although you could sense from that first sight alone that it would become more dear to you than any other.

Reality intrudes soon enough, as it always does. “You could never leave this city long enough to escape. Something would always call you back.”

It’s the reason both of you started at this superhero business in the first place. When you take too long a break, the guilt starts to eat you whole. Every problem is your fault in some way, for if you were there, you could have stopped everything, or you should have.

Peter nods, accepting this. “And what about you? I could hold down the fort while you took a break. Even seeing you for six months at a time would be okay if I knew you were safe and happy. I’ll wait for you. However long it takes.”

You shake your head resolutely. “I could never leave you.”

“Even if it meant you broke this cycle?” Peter asks, “Even if it meant you made it out? Not everyone gets that chance, you know. Not everybody makes it long enough to get that choice.”

You sit up, and Peter pulls you closer to him unconsciously so you’re sitting in his lap. The fabric of his suit is cold to the touch, and you wonder if it’s warmer when you’re the wearer, or if he is content to freeze so long as he keeps his identity safe and his skin free of bullets.

“I would choose you,” you whisper, “I would choose you over and over again, no matter what. Even if it means I follow you into death.”

Peter’s fingers toy with the edge of your sleeve, worrying from your life line to the crook of your elbow. “I wouldn’t want you to follow me into death. I’m selfish like that. You know, every time we go into a fight I have half a mind to tell you to stay at home, just in case something happens.”

A surprised laugh forces its way out of your throat before you know it. “Really? But then you’d be going into a trap without any backup. Surely you’d want someone there to keep you safe.”

“I always want you to keep me safe,” Peter assures you, “but only when I know that I get to keep you safe at the same time. This life– it’s dangerous, Y/N. I know you know that, but sometimes it hits me just how dangerous it is. You’re the only person that’s keeping me from sliding into darkness and never being able to claw out of it. You’re what keeps me sane, and I need you to realize that.”

You press a kiss to his cheek, his forehead, his lips. You don’t know when you decided you loved Peter Parker, but it has been one of the most irrevocable choices you ever made. Peter often declares that he has never, could never, will never love anyone like he loves you. There is a certain glory in knowing that both of you are burning each other out so brightly that there will never be a love like this again. No two young people could ever fight so hard for a peace that would never be theirs.

“I do realize it,” you smile, “and I need you, too. That’s why you’ll never be able to talk me out of fighting by your side, Peter. There’s no chance that I would ever let you go if I had the ability to save you.”

“And what happens when you save me at the cost of saving yourself?” Peter wonders, “I need you, Y/N. I am so terrified of losing you that I don’t even know what to do with myself. How do I put my pieces back together after something like this? Something like us?”

“You find a way,” you murmur, “you find a way, just like we always have. This life was not made for idle talk, Peter Parker. It was meant for people who know how to take a loss and keep running. That is who you have always been, and it is who you will always be. With or without me, you’ll be able to carry on.”

“Are you sure?” He asks, voice doubtful.

“I’m sure,” you confirm, and kiss him once more, just to prove it.

When you break away, Peter is pleased at last. The starlight in his eyes, once cold and heartbreaking, just looks clean. A blank slate, ready to receive the future that both of you are more than happy to write.

He grins, so delighted with the sight of you before him that he almost forgets about the rest of the city. You can hear the sounds of New York churning somewhere below you, a thousand different lives all beginning and ending in ways they’d never expect. Three floors down, someone is meeting a person they’ll never forget. Across the street, a goodbye so gut-wrenching it hurts to imagine is leaving the lips of someone who swore they’d never say a word that wasn’t happy, that wasn’t wonderful.

This is a terrible place for people who wish to live out their lives in quiet solitude or blissful peace. It welcomes only burning embers, quick-dying sparks of light who’ll make the place a little brighter before becoming one with the inferno. At some point, that will stop hurting. At some point, you’ll stop seeing it as something to avoid at all costs and just a fate that will be yours once Time has its way.

You say something to Peter above the chorus of all these lessons learned and mistakes made. You feel as if you have to shout to be heard against everything, but then again, when the wind finally carries your words over to Peter it could be nothing more than a whisper.

“You are the only person who has ever made me smile. The only person, Peter. You’re the only one I need.”

You can see the change in his expression as he breathes in the sentiment, how he lets himself get drunk on the sheer glory of it. There has never been anyone like him, and there never will be.

“You too,” he calls back, “Don’t you leave me too early, alright? Don’t you ever leave me.”

It’s a promise neither of you can make, yet you’ll ask the same thing of him too many times to count. At the end of the day, both of you are born to die, and whether that comes from bloody fights down in the darkened alleys or in a sterile, white-pressed hospital room, the fact remains. No two paths can go on side by side forever, even if you try to reroute the skies and stars to make that happen.

“I won’t,” you breathe, and it echoes off of the skyscrapers in an endless circle of beautiful lies told to beautiful boys. I won’t, I won’t, I will.

Peter leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours. Up here, it’s just the two of you. The rest of the city can be forgotten at last, nothing more than a soundtrack to this very moment. You can breathe in and out with him in tandem. The ghost of his sigh against the cold air whistles around you, a halo in the dark. You have never needed anything more.

Overhead, the stars wheel in the distant inky black. They will bring sunlight soon enough, a dreadful morning dawn, clean and pure as bone. For now, you and Peter are content to hide away on this rooftop tonight, and pretend that nothing will ever come to tear the two of you apart. It may not come for years, or it will come in a matter of hours.

That is the dictation of a far away future, however, and are we not all condemned to pretend as if we can change our destinies? Two kids, bleeding out every night, saving a city that would leave them in unmarked graves if it could. Fate has never loved a couple more.

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[spacebarbarianweird]

Hi!! I love your headcanons, especially the last one you posted of a Monk!Tav! If it's okay, would you be willing to write headcanons about a Tav with chronic pain? My idea was of a Tav who uses forearm crutches due to chronic pain, but still learns to fight and/or cast spells and such despite this. I use crutches myself but I still practice capoeira (it's actually not as difficult as I though it'd be, surprisingly!), so I always wondered how Astarion would feel about a character like that.

Also I'd really like to read about Astarion navigating physical intimacy with someone who can't do certain things (stay too long in one position, move in certain ways when back/legs/hips hurt, etc) because of the chronic pain, if you'd like to add that in.

I love this prompt! Because it requires me to do research. 

Let me know if I wrote something wrong.

Astarion x Tav With Chronic Pain

Masterlist

Headcanons

Many years ago, you were severely hurt.

It was the dark magic, the necrotic damage.

So painful and disgusting, you were blessed to be unconscious.

You recovered. Thanks to the healing potions.

Wounds healed. Bones mended.

But the pain remained.

It follows you like a shadow, like a ghost, like an intrusive thought.

Sometimes, you forget about it.

But it reminds of itself when you least expect it.

You've tried to heal it, but as with any sickness bestowed by dark magic, it will never fully go.

Sometimes, it is so bad you have to use crutches because you almost can't move.

The tadpole, though, suppresses it, and you forget that you ever had this chronic pain.

It returns the moment you are free.

The pain is so unbearable you want to cut your arms off.

You barely manage to get into the inn, and you stay there in the fetal position.

Unable to move a finger.

Soon after sunset, you hear familiar steps and the familiar weight on the bed.

"What is it, my sweet?" he playfully asks, only to see you are in pain.

Maybe he has witnessed this condition before or it is just too familiar, but Astarion immediately recognized it.

He brings you water to drink and then a medicinal ointment he'd probably stolen.

"Sit up," he orders and starts massaging your hands, rubbing the ointment into the skin.

It prickles, but the feeling is nice.

Then he does the same with your legs and back.

You felt like a doll in his hands, but you didn't mind.

Then, he brought you food and fed you with a spoon.

You feel relaxed and sleepy. The pain is still there, but it's not that bad.

Astarion hesitates to lie beside you, but you manage to find the way you both feel comfortable.

You keep being adventurers, but it has its complications.

Sometimes you just can't move. Sometimes, you need crutches (and for these periods you always stay somewhere safe). Astarion is always ready to carry you in his hands, but sometimes you prefer not to be touched.

Which he understands perfectly. He has his times when he doesn't want to be touched.

From time to time, you are in such pain you cry, and Astarion stays with you until it gets better.

You know a thousand ways to help him with his nightmares and traumas.

He knows a thousand ways to ease your pain.

You are each other's burdens, but together it's much easier to go through the night.

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[phanfictioncatalogue]

Valentine’s Day (7) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six

A prickly considerate gift (ao3) - Tarredion

Summary: Phil finds a substitute for real Valentine's day flowers

Black Roses and Valentine's Chocolates (ao3) - FantasyChild9

Summary: It's Valentine's Day. Every year, on February 14th, Dan refuses to partake in any romantic gestures. So it was a huge shock when Phil walked through the front door after running some 'errands'.

breakfast in bed (ao3) - sierraadeux

Summary: someone had a drafted tweet that said: dan probably promised phil breakfast in bed but then was like good morning for breakfast you get to eat my ass

and how could i say no?

did you make me a video for valentine's day? (ao3) - kae_karo

Summary: Dan has a tradition, every year on Valentine's day he asks Phil the same question...

Dog Kissing Booth (ao3) - sierraadeux

Summary: When your boyfriend tears up while watching a Jenna Marbles video, there's really only one thing to do.

Have a little romance (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Phil is sick to death of Dan whining about not having Valentine’s Day plans, so he decided to take Dan out on a date to shut him up.

When Phil goes overboard on the date to make sure it’s romantic and everything Dan could have wanted, Dan realises how much he loves his best friend. He’s realising that maybe it’s mutual.

Houseplants, Fairy Lights and You (ao3) - thatsthephan

Summary: Dan's a bored Sociology professor. His life gets a lot more interesting when a new Botany professor moves into the classroom next door. Plus, it's Valentine's Day, and the students sense love in the air.

I Will Be Loving You (ao3) - phantasticworks

Summary: Dan and Phil spend their first Valentine's Day out of the closet.

Jimmy's Anti-Valentine's Day Spooktacular (ao3) - sierraadeux

Summary: Phil doesn't really want to be at a Valentine's Day party. He could be doing much better things on a Friday night back at home by himself - that is, until a sultry man in a cat costume grabs his attention at the bar.

Letters, Words, and Poems (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: High School AU where Dan accidentally leaves Valentines in Phil's locker

must love dogs (ao3) - sierraadeux

Summary: So, Phil is almost pressed chest to chest with a hot stranger, in the middle of the street, because their dogs got so excited to play that they tangled them up together. Just a normal Friday night.

Sealed In An Envelope (ao3) - sleeplessnightwithphan (sarah_cadabra)

Summary: “Oh, it’s one for me? Just throw it on the pile here, I’m going to look at them all later today.” Phil said with a smile on his face. And Dan felt his heart break into a thousand little shards.

Starlight and Valentines (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Phil Lester wants to surprise his boyfriend for Valentine's Day, but it looks like Dan had the same idea. This just means more fun for the two of them when Dan takes him on a mystery date to celebrate the holiday.

the stars look very different today (ao3) - lestered (clonetrobed)

Summary: "Sometimes I take for granted that you’re always around, but then sometimes I look at you and i remember that you’re, like, the most beautiful thing in my life, and that I wouldn’t be who I am today if I didn’t have you and all your love, encouraging me to keep plodding on through the fucking… great unknown, or whatever. You don't fix everything or solve all my problems, but you do make things brighter, and prettier, and less scary."

The Valentine's Day Classroom Helpers (ao3) - Yiffandquiff (paradisobound)

Summary: Dan knew the day was coming but that still didn't mean he was prepared, so when his son Oliver brings home a note saying Dan is due to be a parent for his classroom for the Valentine's Day party, he already feels a bit of dread. Reluctant to go, he meets Phil, another parent: who just happens to be the father of Oliver's best friend. And he realizes maybe it's not so bad after all.

You Make My Dreams Come True (ao3) - elated_witch

Summary: The one where Dan is an e-girl and Phil dresses like he's from the 80's and they become friends and fall in love :)

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[sirowsky]

Chapter 8 - A Desolate Walk

Description: Now completely alone, Din has no choice but to head out into the desert and try and find a way off the planet. But what he does find, is about the last thing he'd expect. (Dual perspectives)

OBSERVE! Creator chooses NOT to include warnings on this series. Read at your own risk! Be aware that this story will include violence and is not suitable for minors! 18+ONLY.

Word Count: 3756 Masterlist (This Story) Author’s Masterlist

Link to Chapter 9

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   Pagwu is not a warm planet. Even in the height of the harvest-season it only ever gets warm enough for the locals to manage without a jacket, and that season is passed now.    Din stays warm for as long as he walks, but whenever he stops to rest, or flies up to check his surroundings, he’s instantly bothered by the chill, and by nightfall it’s going to get much worse.

   There’s nothing to burn to keep warm either, so the best he can hope for, is that the setting sun won’t bring too much strong winds and that he can keep moving under the starlight.    He’s lucky enough that the skies stay clear and that the night is calm, but the temperature drops dramatically shortly after all daylight has faded, and he’s forced to stop and hunker down.

   It isn’t long before he’s shivering, and then begins to lose all feeling in his fingers and toes, so he gets up to move around a little, trying to get his blood warmer so it’ll flow better.    But while standing upright, he spots something in the distance. Perhaps half a mile away, further into the badlands, there’s a reddish glow coming from somewhere.

   It could be the demon’s own glow, but it looks too big and too red for that.    Regardless of what it is, there’s a good chance that it comes from a heat-source, and that makes it worth investigating if he’s going to survive the night.    So, he sets off towards it, moving slowly both because his feet hurt and because he’s going straight into the badlands, which requires caution even in full daylight.

   It’s a slow and dangerous walk over the brittle glass-like floor, reaching down through layer after layer of the ground. He has to move carefully and follow the natural veins that formed where the ground was strongest, back when this area was burned.    But eventually, he gets close enough to make out what the red light is coming from, so he stops to assess.

   A fissure has opened up, deep underground, probably from a recent cave-in that exposed the scorched earth which still simmers, even after thousands of years.    He doesn’t go any closer than that the heat reaches him, before Din takes a seat on what looks like a sturdy block of rocks, finding them warm to the touch, despite being around a hundred yards from the mouth of the ravine.

   The warmth instantly makes him feel better, but hunger and thirst are becoming a real issue after an entire day of walking, and he has no reason to believe that he’ll find a solution to either anytime soon.    Without water, he won’t last more than another day at most, so he’ll have to get as much rest as he can tonight. He’ll need all his wits about him tomorrow.

   Dawn wakes him, the warmth of the sun starting to compete with that of the fissure, and he stands and starts moving, checking that everything is working and that nothing hurts. He also takes a closer look at his helmet, discovering that it seems intact, but that the digital functions of the visor have been damaged. He can still see through it, but not in the dark.    However, since there’s no one to hide his face from out here, he keeps it off.

   He makes his way back to safer ground before resuming his slow trudge to the west, but a few hours later, he stops when something catches his eye further ahead. It’s just a glimmer of something reflecting the sun, but there shouldn’t be anything that shiny around here.    Curious, and still hopeful that he might find something that could save his life, he heads straight for the glinting light.    But getting there only confuses him further, because it’s a piece of metal.

   A rod sticking out of the ground, polished by winds and sand until it glistens, but there’s no reason for it to be out there.    He tries pulling on it, in case it’s a trap of some kind, or just stuck down in the ground by someone’s hands, in which case it should be relatively easily pulled up.    But it isn’t. The thing doesn’t budge a millimetre, suggesting that it runs much deeper than it would appear.

   Perplexed, Din looks around, searching for any further details that could help explain this curiosity, but finds nothing. The surrounding ground is completely flat, enabling him to see for miles in all directions, and nothing stands out.    Further investigation is unlikely to help him in any practical sense, and he desperately needs to find some sort of fluid, or he’ll soon be forced to a permanent stop.

   In the late afternoon, once more closing in on sunset, he finds a sheltering cliff to sit down and lean against. And once his tired legs, turned stiff from the monotony of walking for two days, agree to bend and let him sit down to rest, he suddenly feels certain that he won’t ever get up again.    There will be no fissure to keep him warm tonight, and the extreme drought of this world, all moisture absent even from the air, has left him dehydrated to extreme levels already.

   He has no idea how far he’s walked, only that his bearings haven’t changed. He’s kept the badlands to his right the entire time, staying close to the edge of the charred soil all the way.    So, if there had been a hidden port where he thought that it would be, he would’ve found it by now. And that realization is wringing all desire to keep looking, out of his mind.    What Din wants now, is just to rest.

   He watches the sun set, relishing in the fact that he gets to see something like that with his own eyes for once, and somehow, the idea of dying here starts to feel less worrisome.    There are much worse ways to go, after all. He’s come close many times. And while those deaths might have been more honourable than dying of thirst while marooned on a dead planet, he feels no shame for these circumstances.

   Coming here in the service of a friend, trying to save innocent children, aren’t things to be ashamed about. And neither is his failure. Not when his opponent is this ancient and legendary warrior that not even his ancestors ever truly defeated.    No, he doesn’t feel humiliated. He feels only sad.

   The sun drops below the horizon once more, and the dark brings the icy chill with it. But he doesn’t get up to try and keep himself warm this time.    The cliff feels increasingly comfortable even as he rests his unprotected head against it, too tired now to even keep his eyes open, and quickly losing all feeling in his limbs.

   Wanting to see the stars one last time, he musters the strength to peek upwards, and there’s a great deal of comfort in how well he recognizes them. How reliable they are to rarely ever change or move. Constant and so beautiful.    Soon though, his gaze falls back towards the ground, and a spark of energy jolts through him, when his eyes are suddenly looking into glowing red ones.

   But that spark fades as quickly as it flared, because that was the last bit of strength he had.    He wants to tell you how he misses you, how he wishes that you’re still there, but darkness is falling over his mind. A deep and permanent darkness that won’t be chased away.    The red light slowly disappears, and nothing takes its place. Because there is nothing more.

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   The demon moves fast across the empty plains. This is its home, where its kin have lived for ages, where it evolved into a stronger being, and fought for its life and freedom.    But it doesn’t think like that.    It doesn’t know the memories that exist within its own brain, nor does it care to learn about them. It cares only about the flame.

   The heat from within that must never be allowed to be extinguished. It will only burn brighter if it fears that such a thing might happen, because the fire must never die.    There is no reason to think that there’s any danger of that now, though, where it moves over the vast open spaces without another living thing around.

   Until there suddenly is.    It can detect shifts in temperature of just a tenth of a degree, so in terrain like this, it knows when it comes across an anomaly long before it reaches the source.    And this particular source, is something it knows. Something that makes those memories want to be known. Something so significant that it awakens a higher level of brain-function in the beast.

   A human.

   The enemy. Those that kill unprovoked and take what isn’t theirs. Yes, it knows this heat. This monster and child-murderer.    But there’s something more, underneath the memories, deep within the flame that lives in its chest. Not born of heat, but warmth.    Something curious and strange that it doesn’t understand.

   Despite this, the demon calms at the sight of the human, as that warmth spreads and makes all fear and desire to fight float away.    But the man is dying. His temperature is not what it should be, and his heart has almost stopped, ground to a halt by the cold.

   It should not for any reason want to help this man, but it does. More than that, the warmth inside is compelling it, stoking and flaring until the air heats around the beast, and reaches the man on the ground.    He begins to warm, and his heart regains its strength, but that makes the creature nervous.

   Because while it still can’t remember as other beings do, it knows in its blood that this human is dangerous, more so than most others. He knows how to harm its kin. How to stop the flame.    But for some reason, it still can’t leave him for dead, so the demon beats its tail against the ground, setting the stone floor on fire and making sure that it keeps burning.

   And then it quickly runs off, soon forgetting all about humans and the danger they pose, as the distance between them increases.    Until the beast is once more roaming the plains, blissfully unaware of the man that will soon awake to a hundred questions that no one living can answer.

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   He feels warm. That’s the first thing that enters his mind as he begins to wake, although it’s far from the first time that he is left wondering how he’s alive still.    The demon was there, he knows it, so it must once again have spared him, stoking his hopes that some part of you might still remember him.    More interestingly, though, it apparently left behind something for him.

   Just a few feet to his left there’s a small fire, but unlike any he’s ever seen before.    Normal fires burn upwards, as the air is heated and shifted up, but this flame looks like the top of a vortex in a river, swirling calmly at the surface. Round and round at a constant speed and seemingly without needing any fuel at all, beyond the stone upon which it sits.    And it’s surprisingly warm for something no bigger than a drinking cup.

   He huddles around it, feeling himself return to life a little more with each passing minute. And when it hasn’t shown any signs of waning after more than an hour, Din decides that it’s probably safe to sleep for a while, quickly dozing off once he closes his eyes.

   Again, he wakes up when daylight breaks over the horizon, finding the flame still swirling calmly before him, having lost none of its intensity. But he has to get up and keep moving now, and he can’t bring the flame, unfortunately.    Not that it makes that much difference. If he can’t find water today, he won’t last any longer, cold or not.

   He tries gathering up some dirt to throw on the fire, but it isn’t enough to smother it. It just frizzles and keeps going, undeterred. Realizing that he’s going to have to gather up a lot more dirt, which he isn’t in the mood for wasting time on, he sighs with exhaustion.    Surprisingly though, even that small huff is enough to make it vanish, leaving behind nothing more than a little patch of scorched rock, and drawing his mind to the thought that he was lucky not to have put it out accidentally in his sleep.  

   Getting up, he feels unsteady and has to just stand there for a moment to get his bearings. Then he sets off, no longer sure if he’s even searching for a port anymore, as it’s starting to feel more like he’s just trying to outrun the inevitable.    But humans are hard-wired with survival threads and cords, so despite his lacking energy reserve, burning throat and aching body, he trudges on.

   Mile after mile, hour after hour, he walks, quickly losing track of where the badlands are supposed to be to keep him heading west, and before long, he can’t see the black mass of the area anymore.    Logically, that should mean that he’s moving south, the only direction where it can’t be seen, but even though he knows that he can’t coerce his brain into finding north again.

   Din is lost and getting increasingly disoriented and confused, until he’s suddenly certain that he’s seeing another human being coming towards him.    But that’s impossible. He’s hallucinating, he must be. Shit.    He drops to his knees intending to rest, but once he’s down, he knows he won’t have the strength to get back up.

   A cool hand touches his cheek, urging his head backwards, and he’s sure that it’s a dream. That he’s imagining your touch in the final moments of his life, like before in the keep, when he just wanted to see your smile.    But then something cold and wet dribbles over his lips and survival kicks in again, sending fresh bouts of electricity through those wires, making him seek out the liquid, greedily trying to grab whatever thing it comes from.

   He meets no resistance, and gulps down mouthful after mouthful of fresh clear water, making him more lucid and returning him to reality with each lifegiving drop, until he has to stop to breathe.    Only then does he look up to find that he wasn’t dreaming or hallucinating. There was a person coming towards him, and she’s standing before him now, wide-eyed and at least somewhat frightened, so he tries to pull himself together.

   “Thank you…” his throat is still raw and sore, but he recognizes that it sounds wrong in a different way as well, only then remembering the helmet and the creed.

   He’s so used to the modulator that hearing his own voice without it is jarring. He’s not one to talk to himself, and certainly not during the few moments of a day when he normally removes it.    But he won’t be able to see much through it now, and since his current company has already seen his face, he decides to let it be, just as the middle-aged woman starts to speak.

   “You’re a hunter. How did you end up out here?” she asks, her voice smooth and pleasantly calm despite her obvious concerns.

   “Ig’wu was destroyed. I walked from there…” he answers hoarsely and sees her face twist in shock.

   “Ig’wu? No, traveller, you couldn’t have walked that far with no shelter or water, it’s impossible.”

   “Where am I?” is his only response to that, wondering just how far he’s strayed.

   She hesitates, but not out of desire to hide anything, her face is open and honest. It seems more like she’s worried that he won’t believe her.

   “We’re less than a standard mile west of where the city of Cai’ilo used to be.”

   He knows that name. It was one of the first cities on Pagwu, and for a long time it was the capitol. Around fifty thousand years before the first demons even appeared.    He also knows that it’s over ninety miles from Ig’wu, and that’s if one is moving in a straight line heading southwest, which he clearly hasn’t done.

   “No, that can’t be right, I was moving along the badlands, I didn’t stray south until today… I think,” he tries to clear his head enough to be certain, but it’s all a bit foggy.

   “Well, that explains it. The black earth is still burning, deep under the surface. It spreads a little further south each year,” she explains, and he’s somewhat baffled to hear this.

   “What? How did nobody in Ig’wu know that?”

   “How do you know that they don’t?” she replies, her use of the present tense making him realize that it’s a moot point.

   “I guess it doesn’t matter, they’re all dead,” he says, handing the now empty water flask back to her, which she takes with uncertain movements.

   For the first time since coming across him, she seems to really look at him, and there’s something very humble in her frame when she speaks again.

   “The damage to the sheen of your armour… only a demon’s flame can do that,” she observes correctly. “So, either you inherited that armour from someone who fought in the wars, and never had it repaired, or you’ve been touched by the flame yourself.”

   This woman doesn’t seem as frightened to speak about the demons as most folks here, but he can’t know how she might react to hearing that he was engulfed by those flames and came out unscathed.    Anyone on Pagwu would be shocked and maybe even appalled to hear such a thing, so he opts to share only parts of the truth instead.

   “Three days ago, Ig’wu was completely destroyed. And I was there.”

   Her expression shifts several times but eventually lands on stunned.

   “The last city… has fallen. May the stars keep those lost souls,” she offers in prayer for the dead, before her face takes on a harder edge. “So, the demons have returned?”

   “Thus far, just one,” he clarifies, and watches her eyes widen.

   “One? A single creature burned down all of Ig’wu?”

   “In one flame,” he says, to which she can’t stand still anymore, starting to move erratically over the ground before him.

   “That’s… oh, goodness. I knew it… they warned us about it. This is the moment I always feared,” she rambles, making him nervous.

   “What are you talking about?”

   “Not all of us agreed with the wars, Mandalorian. Not all of us believed in slaughtering children for trespasses they hadn’t even committed yet,” she carries on, getting anxious and speaking quicker. “Some of us thought that they deserved to be understood before they were studied like science projects. We tried to interact with them peacefully, to learn how intelligent they are, and we discovered things that were considered so controversial that we were banished from society.”

   This baffles him, primarily because he’s never heard of any settlements outside of the cities that survived. Not just against the drought, but the demons as well. But this woman herself is proof that it might very well be true.

   “Who are you?” he questions calmly, and she comes to a stop.

   As if suddenly realizing that she’s forgotten her manners, she sighs and comes to stand before him, taking a few slow breaths to settle down.

   “My name is Neaba,” she introduces herself while offering him a hand to get up.

   He takes it and lets her help him to his feet. He has no social obligation to reveal his given name, as Mandalorians aren’t expected to, but he also has no reason not to.

   “Din Djarin,” he says once he’s back on his feet.

   “Can you walk?” she asks, and he nods even though he’s still swaying a little, so she pulls his arm over her shoulders to help steady him. “Then we should get going, it’ll be dark soon.”

   The water restored some of his strength, but he’s still exhausted and hurting all over, so it’s a slow walk, and neither of them try starting any conversations along the way.    But just like she said, half a mile later they reach a settlement, and he limps in among the shacks and huts feeling utterly lost, because this isn’t supposed to be possible.

   Hundreds of people are coming out into the rudimentary streets to see him. Hundreds of people that shouldn’t have survived at all.    He can hear children playing and laughing, while all the adults are either silent or murmuring between themselves as he passes, clearly equally surprised to see him.    Neaba directs him to a house in what appears to be the main street, and helps him in.

   It’s apparently their healer’s place, and he’s brought to a bed and asked to sit down before the healer looks him over. Within minutes, a tray of food and more water is delivered, and the doc orders him to eat and then sleep, neither of which are orders he’s inclined to argue against.    On a full stomach, he falls asleep the moment his head hits the pillow.

   Neaba wakes him the next morning, not bothering with any pleasantries before she tells him to come with her, leading him to a big structure and walking inside.    When he follows her, he finds himself standing in a large hall where every piece of wall is covered in writing and images. Sketches made with charcoal, depicting demon anatomy and mobility, diagrams of known functions and abilities, maps of known conflicts and the creatures’ movements over the millennia.

   “What is all this?” he asks after he’s looked around for a minute.

   “This is a thousand years of studies conducted without instruments or through conflicts. This is everything we know about them from simply watching and mapping them in their natural state.”

   Why is it so surprising? Humans are fascinated by all things they can’t understand, and someone will always start studying those things. It’s inevitable.    Of course, everyone assumed that those studies were performed by the King’s science department, not some unknown group of survivors in the middle of nowhere.

   Din had believed that that science team had uncovered a lot of information about the demons, but seeing this room makes him understand that no one in Ig’wu had any real clue about what they are.    And neither does he.

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Shadowsinger Part 45 - Gwynriel

ACOSF Spoilers! Do Not read this unless you have finished ACOSF and the Azriel bonus chapter*

Masterlist with all previous chapters

*****

Gwyn lost track of their friends and family, forgot that anyone except Azriel had ever existed as he broke the kiss and cupped her face in both his hands, tears glimmering in his eyes. She couldn't tear her eyes away from his, they'd always been beautiful, but there was something about the shine from the tears, the sheer elation written across all of his face and crystal-clear in those eyes. It was, it was captivating, and Gwyn kissed him again as he swept her up into his arms, she kissed Azriel, her love, her life, her damn husband. She let out a nervous giggle as she tucked her head into his shoulder against the brightness of the starlights filling the garden outside the temple. Spelled to capture the light of the stars themselves, there was an ethereal sort of beauty in them as Gwyn looked around the space, it was perfect. There was no other word, perfect, that was what it was.

Slowly, their guests filed out of the doors behind them, but still Azriel refused to put her down, waiting until everyone had joined them gently placing her down, but kept holding her hands, lifting her left to his mouth, even as the ribbon bound her right to his left. 

"Would you do me the honor, wife?" Gwyn smiled broadly at his bow, and dipped her head in response,

"I would be delighted, husband."

Azriel didn't stop smiling the whole of the dance, his gaze on Gwyn's the whole time, her heart pounding at the intensity and adoration practically radiating off him. There were many, many things she wanted, no, needed to do, but first, it was time to celebrate. 

The first dance ended, and Azriel immediately swept her into another, other couples starting to join them one after another, Feyre and Rhysand, then Nesta and Cassian, looking rather like he was merely trying to keep up with her, her grace more than making up for his lack of it. Gwyn snorted a laugh at the sight of them, and Azriel's arm around her waist tightened,

"That must be the most beautiful sound in this world,"

"I thought that was my singing?" She teased, 

"It's any sound you make, although," he added, a mischievous gleam in his eyes, "I'm sure I could pick a few favorites if pressed," Gwyn's eyes widened at the drop in his voice, the sultry tone, 

"Azzy!" She scolded, attempting to avoid falling for it, but laughed again when he winked and grinned at her, the portrait of relaxation, of joy. He hadn't had nearly enough chance to be like this, and Gwyn would never tire of it, not in five thousand years, she would wake each day and thank the Cauldron for that grin, that laugh. 

The first drink together as a married couple was something special, even more so when Cassian leaned across the table, and fixed Azriel with a look.

"Okay, Mr-married-male, I want no funny business from you tonight, chaperone,"

"As I recall you needed it,"

"As I recall, you did a lousy job," Gwyn snorted at that,

"The dining room would certainly agree," Nesta squawked in outrage from behind her,

"I don't discuss your bedroom habits, Gwyn,"

"That's because they're bedroom habits,"

"Mostly," Azriel teased, and Gwyn smacked his arm,

"I think we need another dance," she announced, earning a cackle of laughter from Nesta,

"Bad way to start a marriage, Az," Cassian called,"You can't piss off your wife immediately,"

"I'll make it up tonight," he chuckled as Gwyn dragged him away, glaring for half a second before lapsing into giggles,

"You most certainly will."

The music changed from a waltz to a looser, less rigid dance, one for which there were no set rules, and Azriel immediately took the opportunity to spin her around him, catching her with a chuckle when she missed his hand. Others around them were giggling, and talking, and Gwyn caught sight of a familiar flash of red streaked hair. Maddy was resplendent in her gown, and the female clutching her arm grinned as she caught Gwyn's eye. Gods, gold was absolutely Josie's color, the shine making her deep brown skin practically glow as she moved, delicate pointed ears just visible through her gorgeous, tight curls, the flecks of gold dust throughout finishing the look. 

"I wanna meet Josie," Gwyn tugged on Azriel's arm, and he let her pull him through the crowd to practically ambush Maddy, who squealed at the sight of her,

"You look so beautiful!" She announced, and then seemed to realize they hadn't met, and introduced Josie, who grinned,

"I've heard an awful lot of stories about you, Gwyn, you'll have to come by for tea some time, tell me what is true and what's a Maddy-story," Gwyn chuckled, 

"A Maddy-story?"

"You know, something exaggerated, or just not quite true, a Maddy-story,"

"I'm insulted," Maddy complained, turning a baleful look to Azriel,

"I'm not helping you," he insisted, "Josie's right,"

"She is not!" Gwyn snorted at Maddy's complaints, the female complaining too much for her professed innocence to really be true, and patted Maddy's elbow, 

"I'd be delighted to come for tea, Maddy-stories or no."

The time flew past, Gwyn spending most of the time in Azriel's arms on the dance floor, and the rest of it surrounded by her friends. She'd cheered the loudest when a dance had finished and instead of slipping away like normal, Mor had cupped Emerie's face and kissed her soundly, much to everyone's delight. Cassian owed her a new dagger. She'd still been grinning when Elain had proposed a toast 'to new beginnings,' but she'd almost spat out the mouthful of champagne when Nesta added 'and to amazing sex!' Gwyn's face flamed, but she did indeed drink, earning a howl of laughter from Emerie, and a knowing smirk from Nesta. 

"Remind me to knock Nesta on her ass when we get back," Azriel chuckled, and asked innocently,

"Back from where?"

"From wherever you've been honeymoon plotting for the past month," she laughed, "You're not subtle, Azzy,"

"Spymaster indeed, perhaps I ought to replace you," Rhysand teased before being dragged back towards the dance floor by Feyre.

Gwyn leaned into Azriel's side as they observed the party, their dancing friends, a far sight from the worry that had continued until the last of the rebels had been hunted down. She melted into him when he tipped her chin up to kiss her again, swaying slightly to the music. 

She was just about ready to call everyone together to bid them goodbye before they left for the new house, their new home, when Elain had appeared out of nowhere and kissed her cheek, 

"Your vows were beautiful," she squeezed Gwyn's hand, "Both of you." She glanced back to at the party, starting to die down a little, "I won't keep you," she winked and waggled her eyebrows at Gwyn, "Have fun tonight." One last glance at the last few dancing couples revealed Elain smiling in a red-haired male's arms, looking like they knew each other's next move before it had happened. 

Gwyn insisted that they wait for the song to finish before the speeches. Perhaps 'speeches' was a generous term, for Azriel had barely started, had made the mistake of stating that 'My wife and I are delighted to see you all this evening' before cheers sounded, with several of their guests finishing their glasses, Cassian predictably being the first. Nesta and Emerie had thankfully refrained from embarrassing Gwyn too much, although the same could not be said for Rhysand and Cassian, both of whom earned a promise of an ass-kicking soon.

*****

Gwyn was still smiling when Azriel landed outside the house and opened the door to their new home, a wedding present from Rhysand and Feyre. He didn't set her down until they had crossed the threshold, claiming some tale of bad luck if she tripped. The ribbon around their hands melted into nothingness the moment her feet hit the ground, signalling the beginning of their union.

Gwyn pivoted to face Azriel as he silently closed the door, reaching out to run her fingers across his cheek, along his jaw, tugging on the curl by his ear, the one that he'd never been able to tame. She been itching to touch him since first laying eyes on him in that temple, had hated anyone else's attention on him all evening. But now, now she had him all to herself, and she wasn't going to waste a second. She ran her hands across his shoulders, tugging his jacket off, leaving only his dress shirt, 

"You should wear a suit more often," she breathed for the second time, "It's taken all my self-control not to drag you into a dark corner all night." Azriel's breath caught at the admission, and she moved on to unbutton his shirt, arching into him as his hands came to rest on her hips, and swept up her sides, loosening the ties at the back of her gown. A dark gleam was now shining in his eyes, as he caught her hands, stepping away and leading her towards the stairs, and into the master bedroom. 

"Turn around," he breathed, his breath hot on her neck as she did so, tipping her head sideways as he pressed a kiss to her skin.

"Az," she murmured,

"Hmmmm?"

"I love you,"

"I love you, Gwyn. My beautiful wife," her punctuated each word with kisses trailing down her neck until her reached the back of the corset. She glanced back when he stopped, his hands still on her waist, only to find him on his knees behind her, the corset loosening with each tug on the ties. Not his hands, no, those were still holding her, Azriel was untying her corset with his mouth, and he winked up at her upon noticing her attention. He grinned triumphantly when the gown slipped down and she stepped out of it, carefully laying it over a chair before turning back to her husband, now completely, gloriously naked. He stepped towards her, and Gwyn dodged to the side, forcing him to follow her until the backs of her knees hit the bed. Azriel was there the next second, an arm around her waist, the other skating up her shoulder to where her hair was still twisted up atop her head, "May I?" He breathed, and tears pricked her eyes at the question, he damned-well knew the answer, but to ask, even now, Gwyn couldn't stop herself from kissing him again before meeting his eyes again,

"Please."

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[wonwoonlight]

Jeonghan – accidental confession + “Why won’t you let me braid your hair?”

1.3k~ words – a thousand starlights event

“Your hair has started to grow again, huh?” you say as you eye the way his messy red fringe falls over his face.

“Why, you don’t like it?” he looks up from his phone, strays of his hair hovering over his eyes as he does so. You simply hum without saying anything, eyes focused on his fringe. When you’re about to open your mouth, Jeonghan boredly returns to his phone as he tells you a strict ‘No’ out of nowhere.

“I haven’t even said anything yet!”

“I know you and I know you’re going to say something I won’t agree to.”

You narrow your eyes at him, while Jeonghan simply gives you a side-look that obviously tells you he’s not buying it.

“But Han,” you whine annoyingly, knowing full well Jeonghan hates it when you try to use a cutesy tone at him. The guy manages to catch your wrist before your hand is able to touch his fringe, looking at you with accusing eyes. “Your hair looks so soft and fluffy.”

“Doesn’t mean I give you the permission to do whatever you want with it,” he says with a strict tone, though the grin threatening to bloom across his face is betraying him. “Last time I let you touch my hair, you cut it into a bowl cut.”

You giggle at the memory, telling him he looked cute anyway and no one said it was ugly because you did it properly.

“Well you could’ve gone to the salon and ask them to fix it to your liking if you hated it,” you shrug, still a little confused as to why he didn’t do it at the time. You did cut it properly, but you know Jeonghan isn’t into bowl cuts and you would’ve been fine if he had decided to change them right after.

Jeonghan doesn’t seem like he’s going to answer though, and when he lets go of your wrist and turns to take a sip of his drink, you can’t help but stare at his hair yet again. It’s not fair, really. How can someone look handsome and pretty at the same time? You’re absolutely certain Jeonghan is the most beautiful person you’ve ever laid your eyes on.

You may or may not be biased, but who cares? Who doesn’t have a crush on Yoon Jeonghan?

You frown a little at the thought, remembering how true your own words are. Jeonghan is the kind of person that brings attention no matter what he does or wherever he goes. You’ve got the privilege of being Shua’s cousin, Jeonghan’s bestfriend, which is how you manage to secure a place in their circle to begin with.

You often wonder if Jeonghan just considers you a sister, because he seems to be more comfortable with you than the other girls in the circle. Comparably, he’s easier with you than he is with them even though they’re pretty good friends with him too. It does make your heart flutter, if you’re being completely honest. But you’re also convinced he treats you with ease because you’re the youngest in the circle even though you’re not that much younger either.

That’s also the reason why you don’t have any plan on confessing to Jeonghan even though Shua has encouraged you to do it. He tells you there won’t be any loss in confessing, because Jeonghan isn’t the type of person to avoid someone just because of something like this. You don’t want to take his encouragement as hope, because you think Shua probably says this because he sees how hard it is for you to hold your feelings in.

But, to be fair, Shua does prank you a lot, so it’s on him that you don’t easily trust any of his words. Still, knowing that Jeonghan has girls (and guys) lining up to be with him isn’t pleasant nor secure at all. Would confessing really help, though?

“Why are you frowning that much?” he asks after he notices you’ve been silent. “You wanna do something with my hair that bad?”

His tone is light, and you snicker to cover the fact that you’ve just been thinking about him in his very presence; as if afraid he’d somehow be able to catch what’s on your mind. “Why won’t you let me braid your hair?”

Jeonghan blinks at the unexpected request, tilting his head to the side as he looks at you. “That’s what you want to do?”

It’s really not, but you honestly just want an excuse to be able to run your fingers through his hair, so you absent mindlessly nod and tell him you want to see how he’d look with his hair half braided.

“Okay,” he shrugs and tells you to move behind, even leaning back so his hair would fall against his shoulder. You know he used to have even longer hair, and even though his hair right now isn’t even half of that, it’s still long enough and you’re not gonna miss the chance to play with it.

After you move, you happily run your fingers through his hair, and it doesn’t surprise you at all that it’s as soft--if not more--than what you’ve imagined. You put a little pressure on your fingertips against his scalp, and Jeonghan groans appreciatively at the sudden massage.

“You sound like an old man,” you chuckle at the sound he makes from the back of his throat.

“Don’t care,” he leans his head back as if to succumb into your touch. “I forgot how good it is to have someone play with my hair.”

“Someone used to play with your hair?” you ask bitterly as you start braiding his hair, hoping Jeonghan wouldn’t notice the tone you’re using.

He simply hums though, perhaps not really willing to answer. You can’t help the heavy feeling in your heart, blankly staring at his hair as you try your best not to mess up the braid. Your sudden silence and the way you slightly pull his hair don’t go unnoticed by him though, and when it goes on for longer than he’s expected it to be, he decides to talk again to fill the silence.

“So, are you going to tell me why you’re pulling my hair harder than necessary?” he playfully asks.

“So your braid wouldn’t be loose, Han,” you answer curtly. “Don’t talk to me, I’m trying to concentrate here.”

He raises his eyebrows at the tone, quickly tracking back to what he’s said so far to see what could possibly get you annoyed out of nowhere. Are you like this because he said someone used to play with his hair?

“Are you jealous?”

“So what if I am?” you grumble loudly before you even realize, freezing as you realize what you just said and you feel Jeeonghan tense in front of you. Thank God he couldn’t see how flustered you look right now.

“Am sorry?” he says after a moment.

“What?”

“Did you just say you were jealous?”

“Who?”

“You did, didn’t you?” he grins to himself, about to turn to you when you simply pull his hair hard and make him scream instead. “Hey, that was uncalled for!”

“You turning your head when someone’s braiding your hair is uncalled for,” you manage to bark back despite your ears turning red from embarrassment.

Jeonghan snickers at this, though he dutifully returns to his original position before he opens his mouth again to your dismay. “No need to be jealous. It was just Joshua. Should I stop letting him play with my hair?”

“Shut up.”

“Shua told me--Ow! Stop pulling my hair!”

“Then stop saying nonsense!”

“I haven’t even said anything yet!” he laughs despite the sting, not bothering to hide the giddiness in his voice over the situation. But if what you said earlier and the way you’re acting tells him anything, maybe Shua wasn’t joking around when he suggests him asking you out one of these days.

He grins to himself as you grumble behind him, already cursing Shua and his big mouth even though Jeonghan hasn’t even said anything about what your cousin said to him. He’s not going to correct you though--he just needs to wait for the perfect timing and he’s ready to go.

He knows for sure now you return his feelings anyway.

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A/N: i had that Jeonghan from the baseball going seventeen episode in mind as i write this D: the way this man almost made me chop my hair off bc he looks so pretty that way....

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